Red vs. Blue

"Hey old man!" Martin approached the older man in the blue jersey. "You're in the Red Zone."

"Ah, sorry," the older man said. "I couldn't really see from back there."

Martin looked up at the large screens. "Seems clear to me."

"Actually, it's my son," said the man. "I couldn't see him at all."

"He's playing?"

"Yeah!" The older man squinted. "Do you know if he's winning?"

The screen flashed and a cry rose. Martin read the score.

"Yes sir," Martin said as Team Red began to groan. "He sure is."

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Thank you for lingering