C.J. Spillman likes fast food burgers.
He ate Carls’ Jr. for lunch today. He walked into the locker room drinking a milkshake and holding a bag full of burgers – maybe they were bacon westerns.
Blake Costanzo walked over to him, frowning. “You’re going to eat a burger an hour before practice?” he asked, amazed.
“You’re just jealous of my superior genetics.” Spillman said with a smirk. “Don’t be jealous.”
He shook his head and walked to the eating room with his blue collar lunch. Costanzo laughed and rolled his eyes, but I think he was jealous – either of Spillman’s genetics, or, more likely, of his burgers.