A quarterback playing in a marquee market like New York has to deal with the press constantly hounding him about his love life. The upside is that there are a plethora of fantastic prospects at the ready. Starlets, models, actresses, underage girls if you’re Mark Sanchez. The choices are endless. No veritable anything. You can literally get a buffet of hot women.
When you’re a QB in Minnesota, the local gossip columnist visits team headquarters once a year so you can glumly tell her that there’s not a whole lot out there in the dating pool and, by the way, you wanna talk about football?
Such is the plight of Christian Ponder.
C.J.: But you still got the same talent on the scene, right?
Ponder: I got nothing going on.
C.J.: What happened to the “talent” that was here last year?
Ponder: Not here anymore.
C.J. [Last year we were] making references to your girlfriend. Now you’re telling me that’s not the situation anymore?
Ponder: I’m a lone wolf right now. Football is my girlfriend. Painful girlfriend.
Awwwwwww. Hang in there, Christian Ponder. One day you’ll land a girl who doesn’t inflict upon you persistent failure and concussive shots to the head. And you’ll be happy. Unless you’re into that kind of thing.
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