Albert and his wife

Albert comes home, plops down in front of the TV and says to his wife, “Quick! Get me a beer before it starts.” She rolls her eyes and brings him a beer. 

Fifteen minutes later he says, “Get me another beer. It’s going to start any minute now.” 

His wife is furious. “Is that all you’re going to do tonight? Sit in front of that television drinking beer? You have to be the world’s laziest, most—” 

He interrupts her with a heavy sigh. “Well,” he says. “It’s started.”