How do I know about this guy when I am such a dweeby loser in the sports department? Because we had him to our house this past Sunday for a family whooptidoo. Turns out he’s an old buddy of Jan’s nephew Kyle, who was in town to hang out with Julius and other old pals and to meet the fambly. We had a great afternoon! The man has giant hands! Shaking hands with him was like watching the Great Kraken engulf and devour a pathetic baby seal.
By the way, I hereby copyright the term “Julius Seizure” every time the guy makes an interception.