Morning practice finally wrapped and I've earned every calorie in this cup. Legs are pure noodles and my next class is all the way across campus. Walk me there or carry me?
Morning practice finally wrapped and I've earned every calorie in this cup. Legs are pure noodles and my next class is all the way across campus. Walk me there or carry me?
Up two touchdowns in our own building and we still found a way to lose it in overtime. I've been face down like this since that field goal went through — come cheer me up or lie down next to me?
Halloween and a home game on the same night should be illegal. Three costumes deep in front of the mirror and this one's winning because the skirt barely counts as clothing. Which one gets worn to the tailgate?
Home game tomorrow and the jersey's already hanging on my door where I can stare at it. Whole floor went out for the night and I'm here rolling out my legs in my underwear like that's a normal Friday. You'd hand me the jersey or talk me into going out?
Three loads of practice gear and a whole week of Cardinals prep finally caught up with me, so the dorm laundry room and I have a date tonight. Nobody else down here and this tank keeps doing whatever it wants. You'd fold with me or distract me?
Still riding that Eagles win two days later, so tonight I'm celebrating the slow way — steam up, doors unlocked, zero shame. The water's not the only thing that's hot in here. Come finish what Dak started?
Cardinals week started today and I stayed on the field long after everyone cleared out, working the soreness out of my legs. Old habits — I stretch better with an audience anyway. You'd spot me or keep watch?
Dak dropped 38 on Philly and I stayed up way too late being insufferable about it. This jersey's still the only thing I've put on and class is gonna get a show either way. Talk me into going or talk me out of it?
Too wired to sleep with the Eagles coming Monday, so the pool and I made a deal. My suit lost the negotiation somewhere between the gate and the deep end. You'd jump in or just watch?
Brain refuses to shut off after that Green Bay loss so the fridge and I are having a moment. This shirt stopped covering anything about an hour ago and I've stopped pretending to care. Come talk me back into bed or make it worse?