My friend says I’m not allowed off-team crushes. I told her, “Shut up and look at Huston Street." 

I want to marry him and have all his babies because a) they’d grow up to be incredibly attractive people, and b) it means a TON OF SEX with Huston Street.  Just, a bunch. In all the positions (against a wall, in the dugout, rolling around out in the grass somewhere, you get me). 

Silly name, killer body.