Lurk Left, Lurk Right...

Walking down the hall in the fraternity house I heard shouts and raucous laughter from behind a closed door. While I always have the innate urge to either pop in and see what the hubbub is about or stand with my face pressed up to the door, I finally had the excuse to do so! I slowly put my ear up to the door to determine what was transpiring across the wood.

"You ******* cheater! That was CLEARLY a tackle in the box, that's a RED CARD!" Voice 1 yelled.

Uncontrollable laughter from Voice 2 was interrupted with an "Ow, don't hit me, man!"

Clearly, a heated game of of FIFA was in its final minutes with a close score. I stood with my ear to the door to continue to listen when one of my other brothers walked past me giving me a very quizzical look and shaking his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Class project..." I replied. He walked on without another word. At that moment there was another scream of frustration followed by a maniacal laugh, though the voices were switched it seemed.

"Ahhhhh I can't believe it!" Voice 2 exclaimed in disbelief.

"IT'S ALL TIED UP NOW! GOLDEN GOAL! Muahahahaha" Voice 1 yelled triumphantly and rather nefariously.

I've been in the position of both Voice 1 and 2. FIFA is a very intense and adrenaline/testosterone-packed video game that makes the players sweat and act in ridiculously childish ways. Many times it leads to brutal taunting and humorous situations, though I have yet to lose a friend because of it. While listening in on this game, however, I did not get the opportunity to hear who won and who lost, because the game was paused and the door opened, quickly peeling away from my face and leaving me in a pretty awkward position. Yeah... The inevitable happened. A look of confusion and betrayal was upon the face of Voice 2 as he saw me stumble forward and nearly into his chest. Guess that's the end of my spying days.