Steve's instinctive lurch backward wasn't quite fast enough to evade the beefy fist shooting across the table, catching him flush on the jaw.
"Ya see that, kid? Ya see that?" Hank leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk settling across his pudgy face.
Steve wasn't saying anything just yet. He saw it. He just didn't know which dazed him more, Hank's sucker punch or the news that Favre was retiring. Maybe the news hadn't changed his day at all. Then he noticed how dirty the floor had become from his new vantage point on its surface. Yes indeed, he hadn't planned to mop the floor that day, but now he was. He was going to mop it with Hank. Fucking Viking fan.