Jan 14, 2005
Dear Diary,
Today, after school I went to the gym to work out with Steve, Dante and the rest of the guys. It looked like the whole football team was there, but I later found out that a couple of guys who had jobs weren't there. I was in a room of giants, all these strong guys pushing all that metal around, grunting and sweating. I didn't even know where to start. Steve and Dante brought me around the difference machines, introducing me to various players as we went. One of the first machines I actually used was the bench press. They put only one big plate on each side of the bar and had me start with just that. They each stood on a side with their hands spotting on side of the bar, and a lineman, stood over my head, with his hands on the bar near my hands.
When I lay on my back I looked at the bar and placed my hands on it. Then I started lifting the bar up and it was really heavy. Each of them had hands on the bar and helped me with it, I have no idea how much of it I was actually pushing, but I'm sure it wasn't the whole thing. But what was really interesting was not what I was pushing, it is what I saw. Balls! Big hairy balls! I was looking up the shorts of the lineman and he wasn't wearing any underwear. They were just there, two balls, hanging together on the left, with hair sticking out from under them. The whole time I was pushing the bar up and down I couldn't stop staring at them. When Steve helped me up, I whispered in his ear, "He's not wearing any underwear." You can imagine my surprised when he told me he knew. He explained that no one wears any because they don't want to smell afterwards when everyone goes out to eat. So a little while later I snuck into the locker room and took off my bra and panties. I certainly didn't want to stink later. So I came back out and did the rest of my workout in just a tee shirt and gym shorts. I felt more exposed then when I was wearing just the sheet, but no one mentioned anything, at least not to me.
So anyway, afterwards, I gave my underwear a sniff, and decided they smelled too much so I found a plastic bag, and wrapped them up and put them in my backpack. Afterwards, we all went to town and shared diet sodas and hamburgers. One guy, Jim, a running back, invited everyone to his place to watch the games this weekend. Apparently he has a huge plasma HD-TV. Afterwards, I went to the store and bought myself a Manning Jersey to wear. I heard of him and I liked the colors, the white #10 on the dark blue. I guess I'll root for him this weekend.
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