Tom: Have you watched the Nadal match today?
You: No, I was just watching the Williams sisters. Why?
Tom: I don't want to say any more.
You: I can only assume you are calling because he lost.
Tom: I don't want to say any more. I'll talk to you later.
So you watch a few games but you are "a read the last page first" kind of girl and with that phone call added in just can't stand it and go to check the outcome. Indeed, your favorite player has lost. And it looks like if you weren't already somehow, say by a phone call, tipped off to the unexpected outcome, it would have been an outstanding, if somewhat painful, match to watch.
I think at this point, you would say to your friend "Tom," "Thanks asshole. I will be returning the favor at a later date. And you can get your own proper pint glass." Theoretically.