This was me, except surrounded by Miami fans. I told them they were soft, that the floor mopper was going to tear a tricep with all the work he had to do from their flopping, and that they wouldn't shoot 75% for the game.
Miami fan told me to get used to it, and I told him I’m used to being at the championship game, but they only show up once a decade. And that their wives all have plastic surgery. And that it’s going to be a long lonely private jet flight back to Miami.
Thank you Zips for the greatest game I’ve been to in a looooong time.