Yeah. If I ever have a third, I'd name it Laramie. Places are really important to me, so I often name animals after places I like/have been to. I once drew up a football playbook. Almost all of the plays were named after places. I still have the playbook, never know when I might get need it. Or maybe I might get a call from Bill Belichick one day. "Yo, Colt, send up your playbook. These cheating Bills stole ours."
That's neat! You do football to? I'm assuming Bill Belichick is a football coach? (I know like literally nothing about sports.)
Yeah, he's the GOAT. Yeah, I sometimes play football with friends.
I suppose this is something about guys that I will never particularly understand.
You don't like adrenaline? Suit yourself.
You'll never know what it's like to be down by a touchdown. Few seconds left. A Hail Mary pass is your only hope. Then, WHAM! The pocket collapses and you're almost sacked! You've got a linebacker in your face. You scramble down the sideline, and you take a look at the game clock. 5 seconds and counting. Your only hope is a miracle. You rush down the field, narrowly escaping a few defensive backs. Braving the wind created by the impending snowstorm. The storm's climbing over the nearby mountains, already! Unfortunately, two defensive back are catching up to you. There's nothing you can do to save the game now. Then, as they close in on you, you notice your tight end about twenty yards away. You throw a lateral pass to him. He's got it. He's at the 40. 30. 20. 10. Will he get past the safety? They've got him at the 2. Your heart sinks. But then he leaps toward the endzone and breaks the plane! The score is tied at the end of regulation. Overtime begins and your opponents have the ball. They march down the field. Right to your 24. They're in scoring range. And there won't be enough time for you to score once you get the ball back. 3rd and 7. They're in pistol formation. The opposing QB barks, "HUT!" He fakes a handoff to the runningback as the snowflakes dust the field. Everyone runs their routes, but you read the play. One of the WRs will break their CB's ankles on a hook pass. It's what they did all game. You run across the field and get between the QB and WR right as the pass is thrown. YOU INTERCEPT IT. Unfortunately, you get tackled right away. The offense will need to score. However, the time's running out, and the wind and snow is beating down on y'all. You drop back, looking for an open receiver. You throw a long pass to the opponent's 36. You spike the ball with 3 seconds left on the clock. The kicker aims. He sighs. It'll be a tough kick from almost 50 yards in the driving wind and snow. The field is white, and the uprights are shaking in the wind. The ball is snapped, and the kicker kicks the ball. Everyone turns toward the endzone. Every man with his nerves on edge. The kick goes through, barely missing the left upright. You win.
I suppose this is something about guys that I will never particularly understand.
You don't like adrenaline? Suit yourself.
You'll never know what it's like to be down by a touchdown. Few seconds left. A Hail Mary pass is your only hope. Then, WHAM! The pocket collapses and you're almost sacked! You've got a linebacker in your face. You scramble down the sideline, and you take a look at the game clock. 5 seconds and counting. Your only hope is a miracle. You rush down the field, narrowly escaping a few defensive backs. Braving the wind created by the impending snowstorm. The storm's climbing over the nearby mountains, already! Unfortunately, two defensive back are catching up to you. There's nothing you can do to save the game now. Then, as they close in on you, you notice your tight end about twenty yards away. You throw a lateral pass to him. He's got it. He's at the 40. 30. 20. 10. Will he get past the safety? They've got him at the 2. Your heart sinks. But then he leaps toward the endzone and breaks the plane! The score is tied at the end of regulation. Overtime begins and your opponents have the ball. They march down the field. Right to your 24. They're in scoring range. And there won't be enough time for you to score once you get the ball back. 3rd and 7. They're in pistol formation. The opposing QB barks, "HUT!" He fakes a handoff to the runningback as the snowflakes dust the field. Everyone runs their routes, but you read the play. One of the WRs will break their CB's ankles on a hook pass. It's what they did all game. You run across the field and get between the QB and WR right as the pass is thrown. YOU INTERCEPT IT. Unfortunately, you get tackled right away. The offense will need to score. However, the time's running out, and the wind and snow is beating down on y'all. You drop back, looking for an open receiver. You throw a long pass to the opponent's 36. You spike the ball with 3 seconds left on the clock. The kicker aims. He sighs. It'll be a tough kick from almost 50 yards in the driving wind and snow. The field is white, and the uprights are shaking in the wind. The ball is snapped, and the kicker kicks the ball. Everyone turns toward the endzone. Every man with his nerves on edge. The kick goes through, barely missing the left upright. You win.
I don't mind adrenalin. I don't like the tension.
Wow that's quite the story of victory! That was great.
You'll never know what it's like to be down by a touchdown. Few seconds left. A Hail Mary pass is your only hope. Then, WHAM! The pocket collapses and you're almost sacked! You've got a linebacker in your face. You scramble down the sideline, and you take a look at the game clock. 5 seconds and counting. Your only hope is a miracle. You rush down the field, narrowly escaping a few defensive backs. Braving the wind created by the impending snowstorm. The storm's climbing over the nearby mountains, already! Unfortunately, two defensive back are catching up to you. There's nothing you can do to save the game now. Then, as they close in on you, you notice your tight end about twenty yards away. You throw a lateral pass to him. He's got it. He's at the 40. 30. 20. 10. Will he get past the safety? They've got him at the 2. Your heart sinks. But then he leaps toward the endzone and breaks the plane! The score is tied at the end of regulation. Overtime begins and your opponents have the ball. They march down the field. Right to your 24. They're in scoring range. And there won't be enough time for you to score once you get the ball back. 3rd and 7. They're in pistol formation. The opposing QB barks, "HUT!" He fakes a handoff to the runningback as the snowflakes dust the field. Everyone runs their routes, but you read the play. One of the WRs will break their CB's ankles on a hook pass. It's what they did all game. You run across the field and get between the QB and WR right as the pass is thrown. YOU INTERCEPT IT. Unfortunately, you get tackled right away. The offense will need to score. However, the time's running out, and the wind and snow is beating down on y'all. You drop back, looking for an open receiver. You throw a long pass to the opponent's 36. You spike the ball with 3 seconds left on the clock. The kicker aims. He sighs. It'll be a tough kick from almost 50 yards in the driving wind and snow. The field is white, and the uprights are shaking in the wind. The ball is snapped, and the kicker kicks the ball. Everyone turns toward the endzone. Every man with his nerves on edge. The kick goes through, barely missing the left upright. You win.
I don't mind adrenalin. I don't like the tension.
Wow that's quite the story of victory! That was great.
I still have the playbook, never know when I might get need it. Or maybe I might get a call from Bill Belichick one day. "Yo, Colt, send up your playbook. These cheating Bills stole ours." 
Yeah, I sometimes play football with friends.
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Oh that's fun! Do yall use your play book? 
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Oh that's fun! Do yall use your play book? 
