Sam mentally dissected that 'one person's analysis' and put it back together knowing what he did about the team. And wondered hopefully if the reason they were struggling was a Sam-shaped hole in the Beater roster. He'd had good cohesion with his partner before being cast far, far under the sea.

"Yeah, we could watch from home too. But then we'll have to figure out a way to get stadium snack in the living room, because the game is only fun with stadium snacks." And people bumping you with jostling elbows when they cheered on their team, spilling popcorn down your back in excitement, bursting into a rousing and raunchy cheer... It made his hair stand on end to think of all that space and all those people, but he sort of felt like he could stomach it. He missed it more than he feared it.