Alright, I hope you guys feel spoiled, two updates in one day. I also just had both of these written for the longest time and just wasn't able to type them. This chapter is dedicated to DarkMousyRulezAll (wonderful name by the way!) who suggested that Matt and Foggy do more college-like things, like go to a football game. So here you guys are, hope you enjoy!

Crowds were not one of Foggy's favorite things. They were loud, rambunctious, and messy. And yes, that may have been an accurate description of his family but that was completely different.

At the moment, he and Matt were at a football game. It was early season so people weren't too crazy yet, but it was still ridiculous. Foggy couldn't understand why people got so worked up over a game. Contrary to popular belief, the respect of the entire campus did not rely on winning.

Obviously he didn't really care all that much, sure he didn't mind watching an occasional game but he also knew there were other things that he could be accomplishing with the time he was spending in the stadium.

Foggy glanced in Matt's direction. His roommate was the only reason he was there. Matt hadn't explicitly said he wanted to go to a game, but he hadn't said no when Foggy brought it up.

Matt didn't look super happy though. He didn't appear to be having a bad time per se, but he wasn't having a great time either.

"Hey, what's up? I thought you wanted to be here." Foggy shouted in Matt's direction, the volume it took for him to be able to hear his own voice made his throat sore.

"I mean, I don't mind being here." Matt responded immediately.

Foggy's eyebrows crinkled in confusion, "Wait, aren't you at all interested in the game?"

Matt simply shrugged, "I don't really care all that much, I thought you wanted to go."

"I thought you wanted to go!" Foggy shot back, then fully processed what Matt had said. "Wait, so you never actually wanted to go to the game?"

Matt fixed Foggy with the most incredulous look a blind man was capable of. "Why would I want to go to the game?"

"I don't know! Why would I wanna go to the game?"

"I don't know." Matt shrugged.

"Then what the hell are we still here for?" Foggy demanded, standing with a huff.

Matt chuckled as well, standing and following the path Foggy cleared through the bleachers. It was crowded, which made walking difficult, especially with his cane. Plus the noise, and the stench. He couldn't even see the field, why on earth Foggy had thought he wanted to go to the game was a mystery to him. Although, he hadn't really done anything to dispel any assumptions Foggy may have had.

"So you're not interested in the game at all?" Matt questioned out of pure curiosity once the pair had exited the stadium and could talk without shouting at one another.

"Meh." Foggy shrugged, falling into place beside Matt and immediately extending his arm, which Matt easily took. "I could really care less. I mean, I enjoy a good football game yes, but people make such a big deal out of this. Come on, it's only college ball."

"You make a pretty big deal out of football with your family."

Foggy gasped dramatically, halting in his tracks. "Don't even mess with me Murdock, I know you know how big of a deal those games are."

Matt shook his head, barely able to talk through his laughter. "You go so serious there!" He gasped.

Foggy paused a moment before he began to laugh as well, "You know how seriously my family takes those games!"

"Believe me, I am aware. I have almost been collateral damage too many times to count."

"I told you not to stand too close!"

"That's the best vantage point!"

"Then you're gonna have to deal with the fact that my family may end up turning your bones to pudding!"

The pair lapsed into silence, Foggy's statement ringing in both their ears. All it took was one disbelieving squeak from Matt before they were both laughing uncontrollably.

"Seriously though," Foggy sighed lightly, whipping the tears from the corner of his eyes, "Can we just agree that football is better with family?"

"We most definitely can."