The Packers are behind.
Keely: SHIT! HOLY FUCKHEAD, DON'T LET HIM SCORE, YOU SHIT! OMFG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT YOU PIECE OF SHIT TACKLE HIM RIP HIS FUCKIN HEAD OFF!
Nelli: ...nothing. >_>
OH GOD DAMMIT YOU FUCKIN FUCKER WHAT ARE YOU FUCKIN DOING? I NEED SOME FOOD. *storms into the kitchen*
Oh oh wait, she's getting optimistic. "Ooh if we get a touchdown and a field goal we can get ahead! WE CAN DOOO EEEET! GO BRETT GO!!"
She's making cinnamon toast.
You know, another reason I think it's good that I'm going home is that I've lived in Wisconsin for a year and never got into football. The only thing I know how to say when someone brings up the subject is "Go Packers!"