Alright, alright, lemme tell ya ’bout this Megan Meyer and Jack Campbell, you know, the football fella. Heard ’bout ’em on the TV, the young’uns talkin’ ’bout it all the time. So, I figured, why not yak a bit about it myself?
Who’s this Jack Campbell fella, anyway?
Well, from what I gather, this Jack, he’s a big shot football player. A “linebacker,” they call him. Big fella, strong as an ox, I reckon. Plays for some fancy team, the kind where they throw around a funny-shaped ball and get paid a whole lotta money. They drafted him, number 18 or somethin’, means he’s pretty darn good, I guess. He’s a rookie, too, just startin’ out. Young, full of piss and vinegar, like my grandson Billy when he goes after them pesky squirrels in the yard.
- Football player
- Big and strong
- Plays for a fancy team
- Drafted high
- Rookie player
And who’s this Megan Meyer gal? She his sister or somethin’?
Nah, not his sister. Turns out, she’s his “fiance.” That’s like, they’re gonna get hitched, you know? Married. She’s a looker, this Megan. Pretty as a picture, like those gals in the magazines my granddaughter leaves lyin’ around. Don’t know what she does for a livin’, but she seems nice enough. Probably keeps that Jack fella in line, makin’ sure he eats his veggies and doesn’t stay out too late with the other fellas.
So, what’s the big deal about these two?
Well, I saw this thing, a “video,” the young’uns call it. Megan, she posted it online, for all the world to see. Jack, he’s out on the water, on some kinda board, bein’ pulled by a boat. They call it “wakesurfin’,” looks like fun, I guess, if you don’t mind gettin’ wet. He’s smilin’ and laughin’, lookin’ like he’s havin’ a grand ol’ time. And Megan, she’s there, filmin’ it all, cheerin’ him on. It’s kinda sweet, you know? Reminds me of when me and my old man used to go fishin’ down by the creek, just enjoyin’ each other’s company.
But then, there was this other thing. A “tackle,” they called it. Now, I know a tackle when I see one, bein’ a football fan and all. But this wasn’t no ordinary tackle. This was Megan, givin’ Jack a good ol’ thump! Not on the field, mind you, but just for fun, I reckon. Heard it was a “crunching tackle,” whatever that means. Guess she’s tougher than she looks, that Megan. Maybe she could play football herself, huh?
Why are people so interested in these two, anyway?
Beats me. Young folks these days, they get all worked up over the silliest things. Maybe it’s ’cause they’re young and pretty and rich. Maybe it’s ’cause they seem happy together, and that’s somethin’ you don’t see too much of these days. Or maybe it’s just ’cause there ain’t nothin’ better to do than watch other people’s lives, I dunno. But hey, I ain’t complainin’. It gives me somethin’ to talk about with my grandkids, keeps me from fallin’ asleep in my rocker.
Megan Meyer and Jack Campbell, huh? Sounds like a couple of good kids. Hope they stay happy and don’t let all this fame and fortune go to their heads. Life’s too short to be fussin’ and fightin’, ain’t it? Just gotta enjoy the ride, like Jack out there on that wakesurfin’ thing. And maybe, just maybe, Megan will teach him a thing or two about tackling, just in case he needs it on the field. You never know, these young fellas, they can be a handful.
So there ya have it. My two cents on this Megan Meyer and Jack Campbell business. Probably more than you wanted to know, but hey, I ain’t got nothin’ better to do than sit here and yap. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go make some supper. Got a hankerin’ for some good ol’ fried chicken.
Anyways, if ya wanna know more, just search their names on that there internet thingy. You know, type in Megan Meyer Jack Campbell and you’ll find all sorts of stuff. Pictures, videos, news, the whole shebang. Just be careful, don’t spend too much time on that thing, it’ll rot your brain, I tell ya. Better to go outside and get some fresh air, like them youngsters doin’ that wakesurfin’. Or just sit on the porch and watch the world go by, that’s good enough for me.
That’s all I got to say about these two. They seem happy enough, and that’s all that matters, I reckon. Now, go on, git outta here and let me get back to my business.
