Both of them were openly out when they would have declared for the draft if they had played in the first place. This was partly in fact because both of them were gay.
The two of them still looked the same as they did in the prime universe, but neither of them had played a year of pro football in their life. Mitchell Trubinsky had been his boyfriend for the past few years. He went and took his morning piss before going back under the sheets, waiting for his boyfriend to wake up. He wasn’t really in the mood to post a “just-woke-up-like-this” selfie, as it still required some makeup and filters, and Mitch was still fast asleep. Josh Allen was the first one to wake up this morning, like he usually did.
Reality had been warped, but not in any big way, unless you happened to be a football fan. He was able to input what he wanted and pressed enter before he heard more footsteps and “Stop, you’re under arrest!” As he had been told, it was a laptop, one of those older chunky models, but the technology underneath the keyboard and behind the screen was some of the most advanced tech known to man. He had hoped he hadn’t tripped any silent alarms or anything, so he ran over to where the device was supposed to be, according to his source. Breaking into the secret governmental agency’s warehouse was much easier than he had thought it would be, especially considering all of the tech that was rumored to be in here.