“Jesus Christ, Moose,” Butch, the team captain, said. “What is that god awful smell coming from your locker? It smells like sour cheese.”
“It’s probably my sports uniform that’s stuffed into my gym bag,” Moose said.
“When was the last time you washed that uniform?” Butch asked. “It stinks to high heaven.”
“I haven’t washed it since the first game of the season when I made those five tackles,” Moose answered. It’s my good luck uniform and if I wash it, I’m afraid I’ll wash off the luck and won’t do as good in upcoming games.”
“Damn, Moose,” Butch said. “I’m going to talk to the coach about moving you from the defensive line to the offensive line.”
“Why would you do that, Butch?” Moose asked. “I like being a defensive tackle.”
“Moose,” Butch said, “given how your uniform smells, you’re more of an offensive tackle.”
Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge prompt, where the three things are cheese, locker, and sports uniform.