Every time I start to believe, something's raped and taken

[Wisemon]

Last night, I knocked on her door to tell her when the Patriots were setting up for the winning kick. I didn't get a response, so I assumed that she wasn't in her room, and she must've missed it. Today, I found out that she saw it. She said, "I thought that was you knocking." In other words, since she couldn't have known exactly when the game would end, she must've paused from her paper for at least 10 minutes. Those were an exciting 10 minutes, especially for us New Englanders. It was the kind of thing that shouldn't have been experienced alone, and I'm the only person she knows. Give me the striped shirt and the yellow flags, and I'd call it "Date Interference", a missed opportunity.