His friend doubled over in laughter at the site of Cody dressed as a Jets cheerleader.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" asked his friend.

"I can explain!" Cody screamed. "I don't know what it is but, for some reason, I can't watch football games without dressing as the the team I am cheering against's girl cheerleaders... It's the weirdest thing ever. I don't know if I've been hypnotized or what!"

"That is the biggest bullshit excuse I've ever heard. Did you lose a bet or something?" asked Cody's friend before he called down to his buddies downstairs, "Guys! Get up here and see what Cody is wearing!"

Cody groaned inwardly and then said as more of his friends were coming upstairs and seeing him for themselves, "It's true! It all started Friday when I tried going to my brother's high school game. I couldn't bring myself to watch any of it and, for some reason, knew that the only way I could watch the game is if I was wearing the same thing the teenage cheerleaders from Richardson High were wearing! It killed me to miss that game! And then on Saturday I couldn't watch any football!"

More of his friends were upstairs now along with Nate. They were laughing and taking pictures and filming videos of Cody dressed like a scantily-clad NFL cheerleader, the same women he used to lust over and make lewd comments to during games.

"Here's the deal, Cody," said one of Cody's friends who had always gotten annoyed by Cody's obnoxious Cowboys fandom. "Since you're dressed like a cheerleader bitch, you're going to be our bitch during football games for the rest of the season or else these pictures and videos get sent to all your friends and family and posted all over the Internet and especially on that Cowboys fans website that frequent."