Marriage doesn’t seem to have changed him. The same old track pants. Crumpled T-shirt. Brooding, yet determined, eyes. Silent.
Unlike the rest of us who are joking and shouting, he maintains a studied silence. His teammates are not allowed to talk, unless they are answering questions. There is a job to be done. The thumbs-up and brief applause when you come up with a good answer. The occasional exclamation of seemingly weird stuff such as “floyd” or “cow”, complete with a weird look on the face. The occasional hi-fi. A scream and a jump after he finds out he has won.
Mission accomplished, he exclaims “ROI are there”, and quickly packs up his bags and heads for the station.