Appletini anyone?

My friends...my dear, dear friends. The boys in 'urple never looked in prime form this past Sunday, but much can be said about the form in which they arrived to the dome. Pre-game went a little something like this for young G. Ferrote (also known as Gus Forgot-how-to-play-in-the-NFL by those less aware). 2 pm...a slow and steady turn out of bed as he awoke next to Marcy. His head still pounding from the bulldozzer amount of appletini's he enjoyed only hours earlier at his favorite brass rail joint (some have said it to be the Seville, yet others Rick's). A fresh start for the the chipper 30-ageless year old, he threw together himself and hailed the first cab that approached her 7th st. loft. Noting 8 missed calls from his wife, he knew he would have some explaining to do later that evening. What time is it? Gametime he thought and shrugged, coughed (lucky strikes) and folded his hands together with a short burst of warm air.

5pm...following a pre-game meal of pasta, salad, and gobstoppers he pondered a second portion, but thought it might be too much. after all, tonight would be a full helping of bear a la king...yummm!

....to be continued