It was a Sunday afternoon and Will and Mackenzie were sitting on the couch at his apartment eating takeout and watching a football match on TV.
"I don't understand you, Will…" started Mackenzie as she looked at him: "You dislike soccer because you say it's pointless to watch a game that after 90 minutes ends in a 0:0 tie, and yet you find it perfectly acceptable to watch a game that may take minutes to cover the distance of 10 meters."
"It's 10 yards, Mac, not meters, and you can't compare football to soccer." replied Will rather smugly: "In football you have tactics, calculations, there's always something going on; and in soccer all they do is pass the ball around attempting could score."
"Excuse me, but I was under the impression that the same applied to football…" Mackenzie said: "Only with far less rules to remember."
Will frowned slightly, surprised. Well, OK, she may have gotten him on a technicality, but he was not about to throw in the towel just yet. "Technically speaking that may be, but there's a lot more to football than just passing the ball and scoring." Damn. It looks like the towel had just been thrown in.
With a triumphant grin on her face, Mackenzie took a fork-full of takeout and said: "If you say so, Billy."