Because of the time difference, Premier League football games are early in the morning here, but my Dad was insistent on watching his Reds (Liverpool), which overlapped with the Seahawks-Giants game.
It took two pints to go from "Why are we watching this? This game makes no sense!" to loudly taunting Eli Manning with "Throw the ball, fecker!"
I can't tell if it's because I'm daydrunk or because a part of me never left Boston, but I'm still cracking up about it.