So here's a hypothetical, to test your dedication to Michigan Football. Let's say we live in the Bud Light universe, where all of the operational rules that guide us revolve around hot chicks, slapstick humor and... well that's it I guess. So your preparing for tonight's game, and at 7:45 a hot chick, who previously existed for you only as the object of your lustful gazes, calls you and the walks into your house. Your Tivo is broken, she is under the influence of some chemical that alters her normal perceptions and thus she finds you incredibly attractive, and there it is: your choice, sex or watching the game. What do you do?
Mike Lantry, 1972