“Holy shit. That was beautiful,” Jasper chimes in. “He’s going to break his pass record from last year. I swear.” To my left, Rob leans in and mumbles, “McCutchin just made a forty-yard pass to Treemont.” Good old Rob, always thinking about everyone but himself. Smiling, I give his thigh a fist bump in thanks for trying to keep me out of the dark.
rob>>>
