Two old men have nothing better to do than sit at a park bench and watch a bunch of prepubesant boys play football in the snow. I don't want to say anything about their lifestyle choices or anything...but that's fucking creepy. I imagine Aqualung and his buddy will be lurking for awhile, because it'll take awhile for that Snowman to determine if Heathcliff crossed the plane with the ball: the TV appears to be the Penalty Box, only flipped over on its side. Oh...and the referee is a fucking snowman.