No one can take that moment away from Charlie — the famous intercept at the twenty yard line and the night that followed. It was a butt freezing cold day. Maybe it was snowing. Could have been rain. He was too smokin’ hot to notice. That night he had his eye on a few cheerleaders but by the time tore himself away from the boys, they were gone. That was back when girls still moved in packs. In the dark before dawn, the dancing light cast by the dying embers played across the sea of beer cans, a forgotten leather bag and Charlie’s new sweatshirt from Penn State.
January 10, 2012 | 0 comments