Yes. That’s right. That’s my brother Ryan, super excited about the prospect of wearing Tim Tebow’s face on his chest.
Yes. That’s right. Ryan LeMasters is the reason I can never marry Tim Tebow. This is what I chatted about with my parents as we wrapped, curled, and stuffed gifts last night.
Me: See. This is just sad. He’s obsessed. And he only likes him because he can ramble off scriptures at will. Now I can never marry him. It would just be awkward. Ryan would call him all the time.
Dad: You are so right! He would call him up and say things like, “Tiiiim! Tebow! Timmy Boy! Mr. T!
Me: (laughter) You are so right! It’s sad. He’s ruined my chances. And you know I would bring him over and this would be the first thing out of Ryan’s mouth, “We’ve actually met before. Remember when we took a picture together at DIA?”
Mom: They did not! Ryan did that? He has a picture with this guy?
Me: You haven’t seen it?!? Let me show you. I think they have their arms around each other’s waists.
Mom: Oh! He’s cute. I haven’t seen him before. He would look cute with our family.
Me: Okay. This just got creepy.
Obviously this is the only reason we would never make it as a couple. The fact that I'm not really into football and would probably tell him to calm himself down a bit, is nothing to be concerned about.
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