football n' cream

another football dad relayed a tor story in the bleachers this morning:

tor was out running along the highway, when his exasperated strength coach pulled up alongside him in his car. the coach asked, "what are you running for? you've gotta start eating!" he ordered tor into his car and drove directly to dairy queen for ice cream weight-replacement therapy. when tor politely ordered a medium blizzard, it was immediately upgraded to large.

after a year of wrestling and rugby, the lad's weight has dipped to 230, which is considered downright skinny for a 6'6" offensive tackle. we'll see whether he misses the bulk under the friday night lights. tor tells me that i didn't play enough football to comment intelligently on his performance (and he's absolutely correct about that, by the way), but he looked fine in the scrimmage today against some good competition. as the picture suggests, the coaches were taking a loooong look at the first and second units, since the season opens friday at woodbury.

i'm just hoping he stays healthy, has a little fun, and that nobody gets any ideas about toilet-papering the house.