"I appreciate it. Nothing worse than your old lady being mad at you." He chuckled. As the electronics flared to life, Tyler quickly 'turned down' the brightness of the electricity. He moved back to the pool table, and looked at his shot possibilities as he took a sip of his opened can. "Now back to your hundred other task 'eh?" Ty chuckled. "No!" He exclaimed, waving at 'nothing'. "You left the goal wide open." Shaking his head he sighed. "I barely follow this game and even I know that was a bad play." Tyler had followed a number of sports in passing and learned enough to sound like he was a fan. It helped in a number of jobs he'd pulled. There were quite a few topics he could talk about and convince someone he was an expert actually. it was all about how you sold it.