Football was more his sport than basketball but he could still see a bad call when it was made. The travel that wasn't quite raised a few boos from some patrons down the bar and Lindsey rolled his eyes, setting the bottle down and crossing his arms on the bartop.
"Not something I hear often," he replied, grinning as well as he glanced sideways at her. "While it's not a cure all, it's a break from the insanity."
Lindsey reached over to grab the small wicker basket of pretzels, pulling it closer to them and fishing a handful out. "Alive. I guess that counts for something. You?"