I've always enjoyed college football - doesn't everyone?! We all have our teams and get sucked in to the ever increasing crescendo of conference titles, bowl games and national championships. While often a family affair, the constant stream of TV coverage provides an approved respite and opportunity for the guys to escape the weekend chores and huddle-up in someone's man-cave.
And that's kind of how this started. I'm divorced, kids are grown and live alone, so my house gradually became the place for an afternoon or evening with a few guys, a few beers and a couple of games. Over time the crowd ebbed and flowed but eventually settled on the four of us. Me, and three similarly single guys. We all rooted for our teams, but as anyone knows, you just kinda watch the most interesting games on the TV, whether it's your team or not. You pick one to cheer for, and in our case we divided with two of us rooting for each side and feverishly supported whoever it was as if we were booster alumni.
And we played games that started as drinking games; only when your team scores, do you get a beer. If your team is losing at half time you do the sandwich run. If you lose you get the clean-up duties. Simple, silly stuff. But, on one particular day it started to evolve.
The trigger was a drunken comment about the apparent size of a players 'package'.
"Man, he's got a big dick" someone said.
And that conversation continued, fueled by the lip-loosening qualities of beer to a broader conversation about dicks and cocks.
"My ex said mine's average but my girlfriend says it's one of the biggest she's seen" said Neal.
"Oh, I know mine's small to average" added Bill.
One of the guys, Franklin, was gay, or bi. I think he was bi, but had been with a male partner on and off for a while so maybe his bi days were behind him or just on hold. Either way it wasn't something we discussed too much - each to their own private life and good on him, do what you want to do.
It did, though, prompt the next phase of the conversation.
