Fed by the NFL gang-2

“Meet Bulldog, a great lineman if there ever was one.” Bulldog’s hand was even larger than Python’s. I was beginning to wonder whether we had gotten over our heads in agreeing to Jamal’s scheme. Bulldog didn’t even try to shake hands with Eve. Instead he leaned down and gave her a kiss on each cheek.

“I’m really pleased to meet you. Such a wonderful couple. It’s real thoughtful of you to want to spend some time with us.”

Behind Bulldog came Whoppie, taller and lithe. I guessed him to be a running back or defensive end. I would have known for sure if I followed Jamal’s team regularly.

“Whoppie won a lot of game for us last season,” said Jamal. He’s got amazing endurance. He once played four quarters and then ran 10 miles in a race to win a bet.”

A little shy, Whoppie greeted us politely. I noticed the wedding ring on his finger. He moved quickly for such a big man.

“You’re even littler than I expected,” he said to Eve. “I know fourth graders taller than you.” He smiled.

“I’m not so short when I wear my heels,” she replied. “I’m a lot taller!” Eve could be sensitive about her height. She needn’t have been, because her body was beautifully proportioned.