killing each other over twenty-five cents

A guy took his girlfriend to her first foot-ball game. They had great seats right behind their team's bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience.

     "Oh, I really like it," she replied. "But I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents."

           dumbfounded, her boyfriend asked, "What do you mean?"

                           "Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was "Get the quarter back! Get the quarter back! I'm like...Helloooo? It's only twenty-five cents!"