Keifer called me at like 5 and asked me to go to Cedar Point with him earlier this week. By the time we would have gotten there we would have had like 2 hours to do all the stuff, so I declined.
I'm deep within enemy territory, Maumee High School. The marching band is playing (meh) and the janitors are wondering what children are doing at school at this time of the year.
Major D1A/FBS football program in need of defensive backs. Candidates must show ability to run step for step with opposing wide receivers, throw hands up helplessly when WR turns head around, and fold arms across chest like you 'meant to do that' should you dumb-luck your way into a PBU.
If you own a jock strap and cleats, your application cannot be denied. In fact, you may start this Saturday.