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Jean and I wait in Sean and Loren’s hotel room for another ten minutes before they declare that they’re ready to go. “We driving?” Sean asks. “How far’s the stadium?”

“It’s practically across the river but we’re taking a water taxi,” Jean replies. “There’s a stop just north of here. Can’t be half a mile.”

“Okay. Cool,” Sean replies. “Lo? Ready to go?”

“Yep,” Loren says, grabbing a raincoat. “Don’t forget your coat.”

“Right!” Sean exclaims, grabbing his before going to the room’s minifridge. “Or the beer,” he adds, pulling out a six-pack of Aardwolf Adalwolf. “Almost left these behind.”

I look at Jean, raise my eyebrows and exhale before saying, “And some lights. Forgot to turn some off. Haven’t you heard of climate change?”

“Sure, Pops. No problem.” Sean replies smiling. “Ready?” he asks, lights out and standing by the door.

“Ready, Tony?” Jean asks.

“Oh, I think so. Hey, ho! Let’s go!” I sing, adding, “Ramones!”

Sean nods approvingly. “Name of song?”

“‘Hey Ho’?” I ask.

“Nope,” he replies, shaking his head, “Blitzkreig Bop.” He adds, “They’re forming in a straight line! They’re goin through a tight wind! The kids are losing their minds! Blitzkreig Bop!”

“Listen to you singing,” Loren says, nodding her head. “Are there still six beers in there or did you get a head start?”

“What? I gotta drink to sing? Pfff!” he replies.

“In public?” Loren ask. “Yeah.”

“Well we’re not in public. Beer?” he asks, eyebrows raised.

“No,” I say emphatically, shaking my head. “It’s not even eleven.”

“You know you won’t be able to take those into the stadium, right?” Jean asks.

“I have no intention of taking them into the stadium. Now that I know we’re not driving I don’t think they’ll make it to the stadium. Lo?”

“Let’s wait till we get to the taxi.”

“Chew got it, baby,” he declares, holding the beers carefully as we descend the two flights of stairs.