“Thank you, Robby,” the president said. “Didn’t your son have a football game last weekend?” The commander smiled. “He did, sir. Ran for a total of sixty-four yards.” “Not bad for an eleven-year-old in Pop Warner,” Ryan said. “Be careful, the Patriot scouts will be looking at him before he knows it.” “I’ll tell him you said that, sir,” Forrestal said, excusing himself with a broad grin. Not everyone got to pass on kudos to their kid from the President of the United States.
Patriots, hell, let the Washington Redskins, er, Commanders draft him please!!
