What time's the game start???

Sheet-metal worker types love football! Monday, my friend Corey and I were tasked to crash this one girl Christie's date with a guy who she felt had certain goob Potential, thus she wanted us to "just happen" to come into The Royal Orleans, spot her, and invite her somewhere, should the aforementioned lad's goob potential reach it's potential. When we arrived there, a fetching Royal Orleans hostess informed us that they had closed down early, and that no one had been seated within the past two hours. Being the fine boys that we are, we decided to check all the establishments on McKinney Avenue,. Here is what we boys did to have fun while looking for her:

Upon entering each of the following establishments, we hollered in a sheet-metal workeresque fashion “What time’s the game start!!?? Dopily as we asked, the following dopey answers followed:

Hard Rock Café: “Compermisio?” –Hispanic Bus Boy

Lulu’s Bait Shack: “Started already! 3rd Quarter, no Td’s, dude! What a sorry game! We’ll fix you somethin’ good so you won’t get too bored!” Pony-tailed tender of bar.

Avanti’s Piano Bar: “I dunno, would you like to sit on the patio, it’s a nice night.” Generic waitstaff guy

(Name which escapes me’s)Oyster Bar: “It started at 8! Monday Night Football is always at 8, silly!” Gay man @ the bar.