"Wish I could, man, but the deal's done," Finn laughed, holding his arms out to the side as he shrugged. "I guess I'm a sucker for nerdy redheads and the idea of a shit ton of women's in corsets flooding into my bar. Game or not, you've got to admit that's a better sight than five sweaty men running up and down a court." He pulled a bowl of pretzels from the far end of the bar to rest in front of Roosevelt. "Don't worry too much. It's just a couple of nights here and there over the summer, nothing that should get too much in the way."