This is an actual conversation I overheard while standing at the Wrigley Field troughs after the game...
Young Guy to my right: (screaming) Don't worry! We'll get 'em next game.
Old Guy to my left: (leaning over to see who said it) How old are you kid?
Young Guy to my right: 25.
Old Guy to my left: (Sigh)
The old guy looked at me and we nodded to each other. Not another word needed to be said.