Good luck Tim , you’l need it .

I secretly hoped it would happen , only for my entertainment. I had a hunch that he’d be accosted . With Tim fast asleep on the couch and only a walk in fly screen separating him from the outside world ….. it would only be a matter of time . We headed off to soccer whilst Tim slept off the night before . On our return and to my snigger it turns out ole mate had paid Tim a visit . He just walked straight in and commandeered Tim over to help fix his bike . Tim apparently was awoken by a small dog sniffing at his ear and old ginger Marcus standing there . You can imagine that Tim would’ve been spinning out ; on a friends couch in America , hungover , just him alone waking to this sight in the middle of the day . Welcome to Marcus , Tim. As Tim recounted the events , I nodded my head and Emma rolled her eyes . Later that night it’s all quiet on a balmy still evening as we watch the NFL . From the corner of the eye ole mate and dog returns at the flyscreen . He’s got his nose on the screen as he asks to come in , stepping in before I could really reply . I had previously debated the merit of Australian kids playing NFL as receivers and defenders , with Marcus . I showed him the last 5 minutes of the Grandfinal and he was gobsmacked at how good our guys were at catching the ball. I had previously told him Tim had played Aussie rules at the highest level . He came with a business plan : Tim could scout our best kids and just grab them , I could settle them in the US and Marcus could get them tryouts and contracts . That easy . Of course Marcus doesn’t have any money but with Tim’s help we’l share the profits of this brilliant idea . For the next 3 weeks he’s keen to be included in any of our adventures, he sees opportunity in Tim . He’s jealous when Tim takes Emma , Leroy and myself on an adventure through Palos Verdes and Long Beach . He thinks he should be in Emma’s position or at least invited along for the ride . Emma can’t stand him and it pisses him off no end . She’s in the way of a perfect family , Marcus in , Emma out . Eventually I relent and give Tim’s number to Marcus , knowing that Tim will leave in a week it can’t hurt now . In fact it could be amusing . We’ve ( Marcus ) organised to play golf together . I don’t play but I’m happy to go along . He rang Tim to let him know that he’l have to pay for him as he has no money . Yep. I mention that we are also going to the basketball , 3 of us .”3, “he asks ? “Yeah mate , Leroy is coming “. He mentions that it will be a late night for Leroy and that it’s been so long since he’s been to a game . He’d love to go . I’m thinking , yeah you’d love to go , but no fucking chance . I relay the conversation to Emma . She instructs me that in no way shape or form will Marcus get that ticket , and that it will go to a homeless person 1st. That I agree on . When Tim texts me that he will pick us up at 745 am it dawns on me that I haven’t told him I’m out . Leroy’s got a big day so I’m staying home to look after him . Yeah I’m taking the easy way out . It’s just Tim and Marcus . I sit on the information for 15 mins before I reply , knowing that I’m bailing on him and leaving him to the mercy of ole mate . 4 hours of playing golf with Marcus would send anyone insane . I am laughing to myself as I write this , shit I’d love to have this televised to our place . Sorry Tim , but have fun shit Tim if you happen to read this in between shots ,don’t show Marcus !