and throwing it to each other like a football. Now I have never really talked to my son about any of Bledsoe's tendancies. (He's only 11 years old.) So we are pretending to be QB's.
My son says, look Dad I'm Bledsoe, He starts backing up slowly, pat, pat, pat on the the water bottle, ohhh ! I get sacked. I held the ball too long.
I just about fell on the ground laughing !