(ladies, this could be you standing next to this local goofball…)
No, not stories about LOST.
This week, I thought I’d share with you, my audience, a few stories that slipped though the cracks of this blog in the past few weeks. I, as always, haven’t had the time to get to them. But you really need to hear them, so let’s get on with it:
You know Tony Romo, the wunderkind Quarterback for those accursed Dallas Cowboys? The one who’s been rumored to spend his bye weeks in clubs with Britney Spears? Well, what do we really know about him?
– He grew up in Burlington, WI, right next to the coat factory and the cheese wheel.
– He’s a big smiley goofball.
– Brett Favre is his hero.
– He’s either a very good, or very lucky, NFL quarterback..
– He just signed a 67 million dollar contract extension with the Cowboys.
– In addition to the Spears rumors, he had a fake relationship with Jessica Simpson* and a by-many-accounts totally real relationship with Carrie Underwood, which she ended because he loves football way too much to pay attention to her.
– He seems like a nice guy.
So there’s this girl in my Sunday School class (yes, I teach high school-age Sunday School. Deal with it.) who has a sister that works at a nice restaurant in downtown Dallas. This girl in my class always has fun stories to tell about members of her family. And by “fun” I mean “unbelievable except for the fact that this girl isn’t the type to make up stories.” So she says that Tony Romo ate at her sister’s restaurant on the same day her sister happened to wear her Tony Romo jersey to work. That’s right, he saw her in his jersey. That would be a little weird for everyone involved, I would think.
The girl’s sister, embarrassed about the whole situation, avoided his table the entire time he was in the restaurant. As he was leaving, he saw her cowering in the back, came up to her, struck up a conversation, and asked for her phone number. Of course, she gave it to him. And that’s how a Pro Bowl quarterback rolls, people. Think about all the numbers his phone must hold, to keep up with his Tony Romo lifestyle. Must be a “Razr” or something.
Note 1: As of this writing, that phone number still hadn’t been called. Were they sympathy digits? Is Mr. Romo storing them up for the off-season? The mind boggles.
Note 2: As of this writing, This is Epth Nation has never gotten any phone numbers, at least not to its recollection. Its probably just forgotten, though.
* First, the rumors started flying that they were dating. These rumors were not denied by either side, even though they had never actually met. There’s something deeply screwed up about that, no? I’d expect that sort of thing from Ashleeeee.
