We finally have cable. Here's what happened. One night, a cable door-to-door salesman came to our house and offered us the basic tier at half the price for one year. And then, to sweeten up the deal, he threw in Channel 55 for free, so we were sold.
Yay for the Resident Bureaucrat. So now, instead of watching soccer on the preview screen at another person's house, he gets to watch soccer on the preview screen in the comfort of our own house.
Saturday night: He was sitting on the recliner, watching soccer on the mosaic squares and actually smiling to himself.
"Like that very shiok meh?" I asked.
I looked at the screen. The players looked like the size of fungi.
I looked at him again and he defended himself: "I may not be able to see the ball but I can listen to the commentary."
Okay. To put it nicely, he is a man of simple pleasures.
To put it not so kindly: Cheap thrill.