Cave took the blonde to her first soccer game.
They had great seats behind the team bench.
After the performance, he asked her how she was enjoying herself.
“Oh, I really liked it,” he replied, “especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I don’t understand why they’re killing each other for more than 25 cents.”
Surprised at the date, “What do you mean?”
“Well, they flip a coin, one team gets it, and the rest of the game they’re like, ‘Get your quarterback! Get your quarterback!’ I’m fine, it’s only 25 cents!”