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Dave Wyman doesn’t smile, doesn’t laugh, doesn’t betray any emotion whatsoever as he says, “You haven’t lived until you shit your pants.” Right at that moment, the waitress walks over and sets down sliders and fries, plus a pile of chicken wings. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is more appetizing than hearing a grown man talk about shitting his pants while snacking on saucy, messy chicken wings. “Smells good,” Wyman says, meaning the wings, not the other thing. Advertisement Wyman played nine years…
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