"How very refreshing," the yellow Upright sighed to his friend across the field.
"What is?" came the response.
"The rain, of course. After standing in last week's heat this is wonderful."
"Won't make things easier for tonight's game."
The first Upright thought for a minute. "Perhaps not for the players, but the fans will be entertained."
"If they're not too miserable from being soaked through."
"Well, I will be entertained," replied the cheerful Upright, set on staying positive.
"I guess I will be, too," said the grumpy Upright after a moment's pause.
The two stood in silence for some time, one determined to enjoy the rain, the other determined to resent it.
"You know," said the first, "I bet there are a lot of fumbles tonight." Caretakers were starting to appear on the field, taking care of game-day business.
"Of course there will be," the second scoffed. The lights came on in the stadium, highlighting the raindrops. The wind picked up speed, whistling where it had been whispering. Both Uprights shivered. "Not so refreshing now, is it?"
The first Upright stood in stony silence, unwilling to be provoked.
The grumpy Upright grew uncomfortable. He watched fans filing into the stadium, loaded down by ponchos and raincoats, blankets and towels. Unable to distract himself he finally spoke. "Hey, want to bet that there's at least one missed field goal tonight?"
After a few more moments of silence he got his response.
"You're on."
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