Brady was trying really hard to not piss another guy off, and really, it wasn't often intentional. Mostly. He just knew he had a way of rubbing people wrong, particularly men. "Yeah? What kind of sports?" he asked, thinking it might not be a bad idea to organize a pickup game of some sort, if Jeremy had anything other than those fancy suits, of course. God knew there were only so many ways to relieve boredom around here. "Thanks. And yeah, home's home, right? Don't matter where you are now if you still consider the City home. I joined up before 9/11, though, right outta high school," he explained. "Reupped after the towers fell and stayed in another, fuck, eight years? Somethin' like that." He really didn't see a point in being secretive about his past.