A beautiful day for the grid iron

So I'm playing football this "season". Two hand touch, co-ed. The old roomie and his wife are on the team as well as a couple other good friends. It's a fun hour of throwing the pigskin around and going from one end of the shortened field to another. Today we played our "rival" team (it's a past rivalry, we're too early into the season for real rivals yet). It's a fun team - they like to trash talk, in good fun. So was playing "hiker" (I know it has an official name - the person that hikes the ball to the QB, but this is the one I choose!). As soon as I walked up to the line of scrimmage I started ribbing the rusher (I can't be a part of the play at all after hiking and I told him that I was hoping he wouldn't run into my elbow or anything). We went back and forth for the whole game until he cracked me up with this line "Your hair smells so good. What shampoo do you use? Pantene Pro-V?" I couldn't help but laugh.... and tell him it was whatever I get free from my friend who works in cosmetics :-)

As a little bonus thought: Brian McKnight on Celebrity Apprentice?!

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