Eliot quietly guaged whether or not he was being screwed with. It took a brief moment before he decided that yes, this guy was serious about playing sports on broomstick. "We call them planes and no, where I come from, people don't fly on anything to play sports." Nevermind broomsticks didn't actually fly, unless thrown, in which case a knife weilding enemy could be taken out in one decisive blow.
It was the church of St. Nicholas was not the church of Santa conversation all over again. "They are not wearing tights!" Eliot protested, turning to face Ron. "This is a real sport, gridiron glory and strategy. A Hail Mary is the athletic equivilent of the U Go Offensive."