{ One summer night out front of 5008 Adrian Street, Rockville, Maryland }

You: “Think you need to wash this bad boy.”

Me: “So, you’re really going through with this…?”

“My father got the final transfer papers today.”

“Can’t believe you’ll be playing for our crosstown rival.”

“YOUR crosstown rival.”

“Up yours, MY crosstown rival.”

“‘Hey, it’s not me, ya’ know.”

“I know. Still….sucks that we won’t be finishing this thing together senior year.”

“Would suck more if my football career was finished before it started.”

“Ha, yeah…well, I promise you one thing…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re going to try to kick my ass, anyway, blah, blah, blah.”

“No, well, yeah, of course that, and it will be more than trying…But no. Not the promise I had in mind.”

“And that would be…?”

“Just that, ya know, I am only gonna be hearing one QB in any huddle I am in…this year or ever.”

“Ok, then….thanks.”

“Yeah, well, hey, I think my mom’s got Breyer’s in the freezer.”

“Charlie Chan and ice cream sounds good to me.”