*laughs and runs a hand through his hair* Yeah, well, my mom. Mom tries to cheer me on and stuff, but I know she's freaking out hardcore. She's afraid I'm gonna get splattered all over some gigantic guy's helmet. *commiseratingly (because all mothers are probably like that)* I don't think she gets that I'm wearing pads, too. Plus, Dad taught me to fall down without killing myself.
football players should probably hang out with the dancers
*buh-link (are you hitting on him? no, for real?)* Yeah, I've heard that in a locker-room joke involving the word Twinkletoes. *glances at you* But most of the dancers are pretty, uh... kinda airheaded. Not that you are, you're cool. Where'd you learn so much about football, anyway?