My special talent

"Wait a minute, big shot," his wife said. "Don't I get a say in this?"

"Shut up. This is man's business."

Such a lady's man! She fired a stare at him that could have fried his balls. I knew that, win or lose, he was in for a long, long wait till the next time he got between her lips. The ones at either end of her long frame.

He watched the game with even more intensity then, yelling each time his team gained a few yards, groaning at every decent play the opponents made.

The barkeep told him he was starting to annoy the other patrons....