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“So, that thing on ESPN,” Gordon says. “What was that even about?”
Kaczmarek shakes his head. “They spent forty-five fucking minutes on it last night, instead of talking about the championship games!”
“You know, it doesn’t even bother me,” Nowakowski says. “I don’t see what all the hoopla’s about, is all. Is it really that big a deal?”
Rick chuckles to himself. “Yeah, go get you some, Casey.”
“Who’s Casey? I thought the dude’s name was Karofsky!” Kaczmarek says.
“Well, yeah, that’s the big guy,” Rick says. “Casey’s the little one. The one that’s not the player.”
“You know him?” Gordon asks. “Seriously? So, what was that about?”
“I guess it’s about them hooking up finally,” Rick says. “I mean, what else would it be about?”
“But why was ESPN all over it?” Kaczmarek snorts. “I mean, it’s not football. Not really.”
“Yeah, I don’t see how gay dudes making out is sports-related,” Gordon agrees. “Don’t really need to see that smack in the middle of my scores and my recaps, you know?”
“What?” Rick asks, shaking his head. “They have all kinds of stories like that on there, guys dating supermodels and getting caught with hookers and stuff. How come they can’t put Casey and Karofsky on there? I thought it was real sweet.”
Nowakowski raises his eyebrows at Rick. “Sweet? Don’t know that I’d go that far. It doesn’t bother me or anything, but I don’t think I’d say it’s sweet. But I don’t really say anything’s sweet, Rickenbacker, so I don’t know about that.”
“Well, I mean, I’ve known him for three years,” Rick says, shrugging. “He’s almost like a brother, so, yeah, I’m happy for him. Seriously, if you knew all the shit the two of them went through, you’d be sending ‘em flowers.”
“Flowers?” Kaczmarek laughs. “Nah, I think I’ll skip sending anybody flowers. You knew Karofsky was gay?”
“Yeah, we were all in PFLAG together back in high school,” Rick says. “And don’t say shit about that, Kacz, ‘cause straight guys can go to PFLAG, too.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ve told me,” Kaczmarek says, sounding amused.
“Just making sure we’re clear.” Rick crosses his arms over his chest and nods his head once, letting everybody know that’s the end of that conversation. “And I’m not really gonna send them flowers. Alicia’s sending them one of those cookie bouquet things.”