Wanna play football?

Um, Monica and I aren't supposed to play football.

Says who, your mom?

- Yeah. - Yes.

Well, ev... every Thanksgiving, um... we used to have a touch football game called The... The Geller Bowl.

No, no, no. You say that proudly.

Anyway, Ross and I were always captains, and, um, it got kind of competitive.

And one year⏤Geller Bowl Six⏤I accidentally broke Ross' nose.

It was so not an accident.

She saw I was about to tag her, so she threw her big, fat, grandma-arm elbow in my face.

- Just kept running. - Yeah.

Just scored the winning touchdown, by the way.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, ho, ho, ho, huh.

Uh, you did not win the game.

The touchdown didn't count because of the spectacularly illegal⏤oh, and by the way, savage⏤nose-breaking.

I won the game.

Oh, yeah? Then how come you didn't get the Geller Cup?

There was a Geller Cup?

Yes, it was the trophy you got if you won the game, but our dad said nobody won that game.

And he was sick of our fighting, so he took the trophy...

... threw it in the lake.

And was the curse lifted?

Anyway...

That's when mom said we were not allowed to play football again.

You know what?

I think we should play a game.

I mean, come on, it's been 12 years.

Can I see you for a second?

Wuss!

Alright, we're gonna play.

Well, wait a minute, though, how we gonna get there because my mom won't let me cross the street!