Chapter 10: A Night All Alone

Jack by himself.

    Jack hung up the phone with a scowl. Rob was sick. Just great. There went fight night. He'd have to either go to the bar or just look at the score card via ESPN for the fight. He had picked Mayweather in the pool so with his luck Dela Hoya would win. He had tried to convince Rob to buy the ppv and let him come over, but right when he was about to close the deal, Ellen--Rob's wife--had taken the phone and smoothly changed the subject and a minute later he was left staring at the phone. She was good. Damn good.
    He pondered calling his brothers to see if they had purchased the fight, but stopped short. They were on the other side of the country. What could they do? Hold the phone up to the tv? He chuckled. Mike was out of the question. This time of the night his girl friend usually had him locked down. Carl? Nah, not with five kids all under eight. That would be a nightmare scenario.
    Amanda perhaps? Nope. She still had something against him and she was more likely to go for a chick flick than a boxing extravaganza. Last time he went to her place to watch a match, she had tricked him and he had been forced to sit through a Celine Dione special. That reminded him. With them broken up, he could finally burn that Celine sweater she had gotten him from her trip to Vegas.
    He sighed. He wasn't up to going to the bar, was too cheap to purchase the ppv and the evil flu had taken his best chance to watch the fight from him. He walked to the kitchen and to the fridge to take out a can of coke. He'd settle in for another Saturday night by himself and grumble about how mean women could be to him. Ellen kept threatening to set him up on blind dates with some of her friends and he was almost tempted to take her up on it. Of course then Rob would swing that for the office pool. Come to think of it, the flu wasn't so bad for Rob.
    Jack settled in for a night of channel with that thought in mind.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

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[Nely Amorim]

I think you could have asked the Greeneyed girl over for a spell...lol she could have pretended to like sports.... muahahaa