Just because he doesn't understand it. His idea of a good sport is kicking a ball around for four hours and at the end of it the score's still zero-zero. [Julian pools the popcorn on his chest after he slumps in his seat, stuffing some more into his mouth. His attention is on the television screen and the basketball game. Sorry, Kev, he just nods at you in greeting there.] Are you fucking kidding me? [He's bitterly referring to the state of the twice-tied game here. Is Julian in a sour mood over this? Do human beings convert oxygen into carbon dioxide?]