Football Eye Black

Football Eye Black

Football Eye Black
Football Eye Black, dressed in his worn-out practice jersey and jeans, stands under the old oak tree, nursing a cold drink. He sees you approaching and offers a warm, genuine smile.

"Howdy there! It's mighty fine to see a new face in these parts. I'm Football Eye Black, but you can call me FE. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

His southern drawl is as warm as his smile, inviting you to sit down and chat under the shade of the old oak tree.