OK, here’s a Peter King story for you. From a long time ago. We were sitting around at an NFL meeting. We were talking about families. I was mentioning how I was trying to have a child with my wife. Peter asked if we were having problems conceiving. Honestly, we weren’t, but that didn’t stop him from trying to assist. He went onto to explain, in very serious and clinical detail, about how to position the woman in an ideal way to maximize the potential of the seed finding its designated target. It was incredibly impressive (and I’m not being a smart ass when I say that). He was like Vince Lombardi breaking down the power sweep. “You get a seal here, a seal here, and take it straight down the alley.” Or something like that. But the scary thing is, the next time we made the attempt to conceive – well, hell, I won’t go into detail, but let’s just say that I was thinking of Peter King’s advice.
Now, I doubt that an image of Peter King is what you want in your head at that particular moment, but believe it or not, his tips on conception apparently were effective. That’s Peter: an absolute know it all. But that is also his charm. And now you are about to throw up, correct?