"Tell me about it. Basketball ain't my sport but I knew I should have taken those tickets with me when I left. Could be us sitting there beside Jack Nicholson right now," Lindsey replied dryly. Although he was somewhat serious about regretting not taking the tickets.
He set his bottle down on the bartop, another condensation ring turning the pattern into something that if he squinted enough, would resemble the Olympic logo. "Tonight's your night, kiddo. Attempting to mend a broken heart or whatever that lovelorn crap is."
His expression sobered slightly. "It sounds like you made a tough decision."