People call me Milo "The Silo" Granville because I'm as big as one. On and off the field I make sure there are openings for the big plays to happen. Football is easy. Being the wingman for our running back Burke, not as much. It’s been my role since we were red-shirt freshman together. Now, we're together in the pros, and I spend as much time watching him score with the ladies as he does on the turf. I've gotten good at ignoring the way women flirt with me to get closer to him, so I've got no game when the hottest woman I've ever seen ignores all his best moves in favor of talking to me. I'm so busy trying to figure out why she's interested in me I nearly blow my chance to score with her at all by putting my giant foot in my mouth. Now I’ve offended a goddess and that never ends well. She makes me a deal. If I can solve a rather embarrassing personal problem for her, she'll forgive my fumble. Tansie’s looking at me as if I'm the real playmaker. The pressure’s on to make it happen. It may be a Hail Mary, but no guts, no glory.