If you know anything about the book, this is fricking hilarious. It is classic EDSBS. A few choice lines:
"You're gonna be our next defensive coordinator."
"Is that...hard?" I flush. Strange muscles flex again in a feeling that can only be desire or a cheesy gordita about to explode through my lower intestines like the rush of love itself but it's probably desire I think.
He smells of unlaundered jersey and some inexpensive, Piggly Wiggly brand body wash. It's… Intoxicating. I inhale deeply getting lost in the moment.