Sunday afternoon in Bea's bar is NFL day. Bea's customers are forever bitching about the little black and white TV she provides for them to watch the game on. As Bea sees it, the patrons actually liked the game they played: jostling each other, holding their urine as long as possible, then asking somebody to save their barstool until they got back from the john. Of course no one actually saved a barstool after promising to and that was part of the entertainment too. There was another color TV for patrons not setting at the bar, but she reasoned that if she bought a new wide-screen she would still have one good TV and one shittty one. The only difference would be that good one she had now would become the.....
