"Hell, yeah," he answers. "You know I played beanbags professionally for awhile, right? Almost made it onto the Olympic team before I damaged my rotator cuff and had to give it all up to be a cop instead."

Somehow he manages to say it all with a straight face. He doesn't break, not even a little, even goes so far as to start rolling his shoulders as if limbering up the old, injured arm.

"You're in trouble," he says to Beverly, then finally grins as he hands his tickets over to the game attendant.