Look At The Form

I stumbled across a video this weekend that stopped me in my tracks.

 

Here we are; a simple Saturday pregame setting. Location: Ohio State University; Columbus, Ohio.

Some neanderthal without a shirt on is doing the lord's business. Schlepping out free beer. You love to see that on a Saturday day drink.

The cameraman signals to the neanderthal, "toss me a cold one, brother".

Without hesitation, a perfect soft-toss pass of a beercan travels through the autumn sky.

Right before the can reaches the cameraman's hand, a third hand enters the frame. 

Look at the instincts on that one. Jumped on that pass like Trevon Diggs. No hesitation whatsoever. 

After the incredible, impeccable interception; the camera pans as the third-hand reveals the face behind the hand.

Holy smokes sonny it's a chick. And this chick is trouble. As Bill Withers sings from the clouds, a moment in time stands still. A soft smile swiftly turns into a heart-snatching smirk along with a cold-stone stare. 

The beercan and the heart of the cameraman now lie in her hand.

Before any words can be exchanged, the dreamgirl hands off the beer and walks away like nothing happened. No here-you-go. No goodbye. No you're welcome. Nothing. 

She knows exactly what she's doing.

I can't underestimate how impressed I am by this video. If I witnessed this live back in my college daze, I don't know how I would control myself. Probably drop down to one knee, from heat exhaustion. Stuff like this gets going for some odd reason. And to act like it was no big deal and to just walk away... gimme a break. 

Incredible stuff by this young lady. Hopefully the cameraman got her number by the end of the pregame. I wanna believe in fairy tales.