These past two months I’ve realized my place is still on the field and not in the stands. That time will come. But it’s not now. I love my teammates, and I love my supportive family. They make it all possible. I’m coming back for my 23rd season in Tampa. Unfinished business LFG
I’m always ready to grill steaks with no sides in mind and my girl just verbally abuses me that I didn’t pick up any vegetables
Any other men out there struggle with thinking about sides?
Please help me