Joe looked at the two soliders with just a hint of amusement playing on his lips. Plenty of guys he grew up with went into the service. Hell, in Southie it seemed like you either enlisted in Uncle Sam's army or Billy Boyle's. Billy's organization was all paramilitary anyway with crews that kicked up to bigger bosses who kicked up to Billy. Joe always wondered how well he would have done if he had enlisted. He could follow orders and had no qualms about pulling a trigger. Maybe if he'd joined, he'd be on the other side of the table with the soldier boys and their too new clothes laying out a plan of action. 

"Are they still doing NFL games?" Joe asked Morse and Park. "Or did the goddamn reds take that away? No TV up here, and what little radio we get they ain't talking about sports." 

Joe shrugged when he saw all the curious looks that were aimed his way.

"What? I laid off ten grand to a bookie that the Pats would win it all this year. I wanna be able to check on my investment."