Just to clarify, I am talking about real football, american football. Football with pads, and hitting, and blood, and pain. Football.
Anyway, so he asks me a question that kind of makes me think.
Why are you spending time with me?
The answer is simple, because I like to, but who is going to believe that. Truth is, I like having him as a friend. I like finding out about his life. I like talking to him about God. I meet with him because I like to. So I tell him.
I tell him with all the passion I have, but he doesn't look convinced. So a few moments later, he tilts his head, raises a brow in the universal sign of "BS" and asks me a follow up question.
Well, why are you always talking about God?