That’s London, Patrick and Brayden. They’re the football players we call The Three Amigos. They don’t. I don’t think they ever have because I’m not sure they have ever paid attention to how obvious their friendship is. On the football field, it was obvious.
When the defense was playing, unless one of them was being coached up, they always found themselves together on the bench. It was uncanny how regularly it happened. I’m sure they were discussing strategy and what to do next, but there they were. And off the field, in their tuxedoes, they’re the epitome of The Three Amigos esthetic.
And you won’t find three finer young men anywhere. I’m proud of the boys and grateful that they had an awesome prom night.