I’ve taken your photo down from the front reception area of our restaurant and REPLACED IT with A-Rod. Aaron Rodgers is my new QB…… and you?
YOU have crushed my heart.
Whitey agreed, and (BOH!) understood when I explained, years ago, my fascination and awe for you. The night before we married, he agreed that if for some strange reason you showed up on our doorstep, wanting me (and I can’t blame you) that Whitey would (sadly, of course) allow me to pro-create with you.
The NY Jets? Are you freaking kidding me?
I love you.
I hate you.
And I’m now not-so-sure I’d like to have your children.