So, I was at Perfect Games bowling last Friday night. We were probably there for about 15 minutes and low and behold, in walks PR, WB and other various members of the coaching staff. They apparently were entertaining some recruits. This confessions has nothing to do with them. It has to do with the following act or lacthereof that I committed:
So, we're bowling. Two people enter the lane next to us and begin to bowl. I assumed it was a date of some sort. My buddy comments to me that the guy is jacked and must a be a football player. I take a glance and sure enough, it's a pretty big guy. So, being the football junkie I am, I am trying to determine which player it is. I scramble my brain for about an hour while we bowl. He looks so familiar but I just can't put his name to his face. I finally give up. Then it's time to go. I walk outside and what's the first thing I see? The Wilson Toyota Cyclone truck. It was Tron Smith. I failed to recognize Tron Smith. What a stupid I am.
So, we're bowling. Two people enter the lane next to us and begin to bowl. I assumed it was a date of some sort. My buddy comments to me that the guy is jacked and must a be a football player. I take a glance and sure enough, it's a pretty big guy. So, being the football junkie I am, I am trying to determine which player it is. I scramble my brain for about an hour while we bowl. He looks so familiar but I just can't put his name to his face. I finally give up. Then it's time to go. I walk outside and what's the first thing I see? The Wilson Toyota Cyclone truck. It was Tron Smith. I failed to recognize Tron Smith. What a stupid I am.