you played yourself

There is a man with a snow-white beard wearing a bowtie rhapsodizing about cheesecakes within earshot of me. He is a man of action – not clear whether the action in this case is actually appropriating cheesecake and or beer for his own personal debasement or merely talking about the broad charms of the things in question. Our man is now repeatedly saying “yeah” in a guttural, somewhat threatening tone.