Jim Zorn is a football coach, and football coaches don’t much care for these computers and these Internets. Seriously, they have so many things with which to occupy their time that what bloggers think is, to them, completely irrelevant. We’ve accepted it.
But coaches are still men, and men have needs. Ball-draining needs, at that. And while we’re sure every single reader of ours is such a damn stud that he has no problem convincing his wife/fiancee/girlfriend/prostitute to give it up on command, but for some people, manual stimulation is the way to go. But if Zorn’s ever defiled himself, he didn’t do it the way most of us do.