We all know that guy. He’s rocking new Nike Shocks and sweet Frat-bands on both wrists. It’s Thursday night which means one thing: Coed Flag Football.
In effort to re-live college intramurals, he rips off his Adidas warm-ups and starts sprinting sidelines.
Kicking, stretching, and 100% focused.
He’s the man braugh. He’s crushing bitches in the backfield all night. He’s got your number. He’s Mr. Thursday Night Coed Sports Dominator…