The waitress returns with our carafe of wine. As she’s filling our wineglasses, she says, “You guys officially started practice yet?”
“We start OTAs on Sunday,” says Mason. “Training camp starts next month.”
“Cool. I’m going to draft you for my fantasy football league, so make sure you kick ass this season.”
He puts a hand over his heart. “I’m flattered.”
She gives him a sour look. “Don’t be. You’re my third choice for QB after Drew Brees and Baker Mayfield, but I figure since you tip so well, I’ll move you up. But if you suck on the field this year, don’t come back here expecting to get good service. Your entrees might get dropped onto the kitchen floor a couple times before they make it to your table.”
He says to me, “You said that was a cockroach you saw on the carpet? We should gi
