"Sullivan, I can tackle you with both my eyes closed," I tell him, meeting the challenge.
"You've got to catch me first, man." He pats me on the shoulder. "Not easy with those two left feet you got there."
"You do fall down a lot," Jet says with a big grin.
"The last time I fell down I was drunk, Jet," I say.
"Yeah, well, drunk or not, Sullivan here is a beast."
Sullivan flexes his muscles, then kisses each bicep. "Face the facts, Vic. I'm faster and stronger than you."
My friends and I have perfected trash talking over the years. "Facts? Hell, the fact is that I'm gonna kill you on that field today, Matthews."
Sullivan laughs. "Yeah, right. The only way you'll kill me is with a gun, man, 'cause you can't catch me with those slow feet of yours." Sullivan brushes off fake lint from h
