Darryl took his blonde wife Kim to her first football game. They had great seats right behind the Charger’s bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience.
“Oh, I really liked it,” Kim replied, “especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn’t understand why they were killing each other over like 25 cents.”
Dumbfounded, Darryl asked, “What do you mean?”
“Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it, and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: ‘Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!’ I’m like…Helloooooo? It’s only 25 cent! s!!!!”
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