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“Better guess than I have,” Professor McHolmes said.
Eric plugged the name in. When the answer popped up on the screen, it was correct.
“Very nice!” Eric leaned over to high-five Isabella. “At least you’re holding your weight on the team! Ahaha, just kidding, Brody.”
“I got one right!” She turned and gently shook Brody’s arm. “I got one right before you did! Hah!”
“Next time we’ll invite you back by yourself,” Eric joked.
“Good job, babe,” Brody told Isabella, but I could tell he was annoyed. I couldn’t blame him. My boyfriend was being a dick.
I tried to give Brody an I’m sorry glance, but he didn’t look in my direction. The next question popped up on the screen.
This hockey team was formerly the Minnesota North Stars before moving to a new city in 1993.
“Um, perhaps the Calgary Flames?” Professor McHolmes mused.
Brody leaned forward and said, “It’s the Dallas Stars.”
Eric raised an eyebrow and mockingly asked, “Are you sure?”
“They play in the same arena as the Mavs,” Brody replied, gesturing with his wine glass. “I’m just about positive.”
“Just about positive…” Eric thought about it a moment, then typed an answer into the tablet. The answer flashed on the screen:
ANSWER: THE DALLAS STARS
“Boom!” Brody said, pumping his fist. “About time my charming Texas heritage came in handy.”
“Um…” Isabella pointed. On the screen, next to our team, was the answer: CALGARY FLAMES.
“You didn’t trust Brody?” I asked.
“Brody said he was just about positive,” Eric said simply. “That wasn’t confident enough for me, so I went with Lamar’s answer.”
“I was only guessing…” Professor McHolmes said apologetically.
“Really, dude?” Brody said exasperatedly.
“You said you are mostly a football guy,” Eric replied in an even tone. “I had to make a decision, and you got the last sports question wrong.”
Brody clenched his jaw, but said nothing more.
Isabella chimed in with guesses during the rest of the game, but Brody had totally checked out. He sipped his wine and leaned back in his chair without giving any answers.
“Aw, come on,” Isabella said, making a pouty face. “Don’t be mister grumpy.”
When the bottle of wine was empty, I ordered a beer and Professor McHolmes ordered another scotch. Eric waved the waitress away and mumbled something about needing to focus.
At the end of the game, we tied for second place. “Lost by two points,” Eric said while eyeing the scoreboard. “If we had gotten those two sports questions right…”
To his credit, Brody didn’t rise to the bait. He rose from his chair and said, “I know I wasn’t much help, but I appreciate y’all inviting us.”
“The pleasure was ours!” Professor McHolmes said. “I hate to ask this, but would it be possible to get an autograph? My son Anthony is a tremendous fan…” He extended a napkin.
“I’ll do you one better,” Brody replied. “Who’s his favorite player?”
“August Kincaid,” he replied.
