Seamus tossed in an armful of shirts, grabbed some pants. After dumping those, he reconsidered. He surveyed his room, noting the posters coating his wall.
Confidently, he dumped out the trunk's contents. He snatched from the mound a green shirt, pants and robe; picked two socks from his bureau.
Satisfied that he'd have clean clothes throughout the World Cup, he turned to important items: binoculars, posters, buttons, hats in shamrock green, accumulated over a lifetime of fanhood.
His trunk bulging with paraphernalia, he struggled, snapped the clasp;
Sat on his bed.
……. wondering how he'd keep busy for three months.
