Bryan is sitting in the office break room, drinking his coffee and skimming a newspaper. Chuck enters and fills his mug from the coffee pot.
Chuck: You catch the game last night, Bryan?
Bryan: I did. I can’t believe the Cavs managed to stay in it.
Chuck: Definitely. Couldn’t have done it without The Bron, though.
Bryan and Chuck share a laugh.
Bryan: Can’t argue with that. Say, I didn’t really know you were into sports, Chuck. You always struck me as more of an… Xbox kind of guy.
Chuck: Well I can’t say you’re wrong about that. Ever since I bought my second copy of Halo, I’ve been a pretty passionate gamer.
Bryan: Your second copy?
Chuck: Yeah, I broke the first disc in a 3AM caffeinated rage and vowed I’d never play it again after some kid called me “grandpa,” but I ended up with too much free time so I bought another.
Bryan turns the page in his newspaper.
Bryan: I see.
Chuck: When the Cavs started really winning last year, that’s when I started paying attention to sports. Boy, I'm glad The Bron came back from Florida.
Bryan: I suppose so.
Bryan raises an eyebrow, but goes back to skimming the classifieds for used snowmobiles.
Chuck: I mean, the Cavs have some talent on the team. Some of it’s pretty young too, like Irving and Thompson, but they wouldn’t have gotten near the playoffs without The Bron.
Bryan sets down his newspaper.
Bryan: Hey, Chuck, where’d you get that nickname from?
Chuck: Well, my full name is Charles, but so is my grandpa's, so when I was a baby my parents called me Chuck to distinguish from--
Bryan: No, not your nickname. Where’d you hear someone saying “The Bron?” Or did you make that up yourself?
Chuck frowns, obviously confused by the question.
Chuck: I can’t think of a place where I’ve heard him called something else.
Bryan: Really? I’ve never heard that on any of the sports channels I watch.
Chuck: Sure. ESPN, Fox Sports, Sports Time Ohio--they all do.
Bryan: Uh, no they don’t.
Chuck: What are you talking about?
Bryan: I watch those channels all the time, and I’ve heard him called The King, or King James, but never “The Bron.”
Chuck: I don’t know what language you’re speaking Bryan, but everyone calls him by his name.
Bryan: (incredulously) Lebron.
Chuck: Right, The Bron.
Bryan: …You think his name is The Bron?
Chuck: That’s his name, Bryan.
Bryan: No, his name is Lebron.
Chuck: We’re saying the same thing—The Bron.
Bryan: We’re not. You’re putting “the” before a shortened form of his first name.
Chuck: Well, of course “the” isn’t part of his name. But he’s so awesome, the one and only Bron James. THE Bron James.
Bryan: It’s Lebron. With an “L.”
Chuck: And his son, The Bron Jr., is named after him, just like I’m named after my grandpa, who fought in a real war, kind of like in Halo.
Bryan rolls his eyes, but shrugs.
Bryan: All right, Chuck. As long as you’re having fun watching the games from home and not cheering for "The Bron" out in public.
Chuck: I wish I could afford tickets, but at least I can catch just about every game on TV. I’ve been watching the Cleveland Indians too, since they made the World Series last year.
Bryan looks up at Chuck, pleasantly surprised.
Bryan: Oh yeah?
Chuck: Yeah. How about that Carlos Santana? Who’d have thought a legendary guitar player could be so good at hitting home runs too!
Bryan opens his newspaper and hides his face in second-hand embarrassment.