"High school quarterback." Eliot ate another pretzel. "Not scholarship material, though. You know how it is: small town, few options. I joined the Army after I graduated. Did my time in the sand, learned a bunch of shit, good and bad, and then moved on."
Eliot left out a lot, about disillusionment, the nature of people, the sanctimoniousness and entitlement of those who ran nations. Things he really didn't like that led him into a life where he dealt with bad people on a regular basis - but at least they were honest about it.
"The way the Cowboys are playing today, though, they didn't do the best in scholarship picks anyway." He motioned with his beer towards the television before taking a final swig. Bottle empty, he found the table, set it down, and grabbed another.