i swear i am not a traitor...

Once upon a team, ((Yes i meant team)) we, the vikes played the T-wolves. What is a T-wolf you ask? Ha. Good question i have no clue either. But one day, when i was blog stalking, i came across a set of pictures, a certain set taken at the last game. They were nice, but a particular one caught my eye. This one. I like it. Not for my team tho, but for number 38 on the opposing team. That jersey, that number? It belongs to Sir Tanner Prestwhich, a beautiful lifeguard of whom caught my heart over this past summer of Oh9. Tanner Prestwhich. Oh Oh Oh tanner baby. He is majestic. I heart him. I look at him. I talk to him. I text him. He makes me sweat. I heart tanner. Oh for the love of mable check out that muscle flex on the left calf. If you cannot see clearly, double click. I am sure it will turn you on dos. But yes. Majestic. The only word to describe him. Majestic