" What the hell happened to your leg?" Ang asked him. Matt looked down at his shin, which was scraped and oozing and seemed to be caked in mud. " Crashed." " Crashed what?" Ang asked. " My mountain bike. We just got back." " You crashed, then what? Rolled in dirt?" He laughed. " Something like that actually. It's not a successful ride if you don't bleed." He must not have noticed the look of horror on my face, because he asked, suddenly enthusiastic, " You guys ride?" Angelo and I just looked at each other, and he seemed to realize that was a " no." " Too bad. Well, make yourselves at home. Beer's in the fridge. I have to get cleaned up. Kickoff's in ten minutes." " Football?" Angelo asked. Matt looked at his as if he had just asked if the sky was really blue. " Yeah! First game of the regular season!" We just stared blankly at him, and he just laughed and disappeared down the hall. Angelo looked at me with a smile on his face. " Four fags watchin' football. Must be pretty fuckin' cold in hell right now. "