Bob Stauffer

I went from 259 to 213.

It was a small wager with a friend of mine.

And let's just say we had a game late in the regular season in April in Colorado, and I'd gotten down to 219, and we decided to get after it that night because we knew it was going to be the last game of the year.

And I weighed 231 pounds in the morning.

Okay.

Like we'd gone for the appetizer, like the don't dive shock everybody, the salad, and then the steak, and mix that in conservatively with, you know, again, I wasn't driving.

I was at the hotel.

It may have been we were across the street from Elway's, the steak place, so probably had six to eight there, back to the hotel for four or five.

Don't think I was drinking paralyzers.

I might have been drinking Red Bull and vodka, and I gained 12 pounds, and I was panicked because I was going to win the bet if I got under 218 pounds.

Unfortunately, a week later, I was able to weigh in, and I got rid of most of it.

So I can relate.

Somebody texted us, what's in a mudslide?

Is that Bailey's or something?

I'm trying to think.

Did any of the coaches get in your face about your commitment level while you played?

Let's rephrase that.

Did every coach get in your face about your commitment level?

Okay.

Yeah, well, you know what they say about Greeks.