Generally West and I are sport's supporters when we can sit in a suite and, you know, it's all about the food.
Though really, I don't mind watching a sports game live, here and there, if it's one I care to follow.
Like baseball or basketball.
But definitely not football.
We headed down to the concourse for some ice cream.
Turns out the ice cream dude thought I was cuter than West.
He got jipped.
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