Hey! It’s That Guy I Know!

So.

I was just sitting at lunch with my two lunch buddies, and it’s pouring-ass rain here, and gross, so we’re dawdling inside the restaurant to avoid going out in the rain. We’re in this back room and the TV is on in the corner but I’m not really paying attention to it, and we’re talking about something and then, from the TV, it seems like I hear a name I recognize, and I turn my head and there he is.

Jeff, the one football player I went to college with whom I can safely say I’m acquainted with.

I knew he had gone to the Giants as a free agent but wasn’t keeping track and didn’t realize that he did, in fact, make the team.

So he’s sitting there being interviewed on ESPN and, not even thinking, I say “I know that guy. I know him!” and I don’t realize how loud it comes out and J and M are like “really?” and I say “Yeah, we went to college together, we used to sit in public speaking and joke around, and he’s totally awesome,” and suddenly I’m the center of attention in this restaurant because I’m running my mouth. And it wasn’t like starstruck, but more like I was genuinely thrilled to see that he’d made the team, because he is in fact a super-cool guy.

ESPN was doing this special on rookies in the NFL and Jeff had a huge segment all to himself. And I babble through half of it about how cool he is and how glad I am that he made the team, because he deserves it more than most anyone I know, and how my friend Christal dated him but ended up blowing him off because he was, in her words, “too nice,” and how we used to block each other in the hallway on the way to class, which is particularly funny since he’s 6’4″ and 300-some pounds and I’m 5’4″ and weigh about half that much, and blah blah blah blah blah.

But it made my day.

So if you’re watching the Giants play, #61 is my guy. He’s cool.

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