[Jessica casually points out that even carrying a willing Ash across the entire field would probably be beyond him now. If it seems at first as if Tyler is perhaps even going to step in as one man to another with a certain sense of how low a blow it is to knock a guy in front of his son like that, when what Ash is doing is pretty clear.]

If he lost his part as a linebacker, he might still have a part as a tight end. Burst leg strength and all. Instead of stamina. Mostly a lung injury you got, right?

You did say he used to be able to dunk.

[Why does it sound just a little poisonous from Natalie, though, as if Jessica had perhaps been waving what was a catch at the time in her sister's face? Max was tall, but not basketball tall, and even people who had a good two or so inches on him couldn't necessarily dunk, so for a man who was clearly more built for football than basketball, it would be a surprise.]

Come to think of it, those burst strength days're probably over, though. Building back at your age's a lot more of a long shot than getting there in the first place in your prime.

[And then Max is up. For a minute, it looks like a rant like his recent Youtube fame incident is about to fireoff. But then he turns to Michael, who looks to be already grabbing his plate with a bored look, intending to flee the scene under the guise of starting the dishes.]

Heeeey. So. We got enough adults to do the clean up! Since you're a kid, and I'm an invalid, how's about we duck out on the cleanup and try settin' up that ninja set while all the able bodied adults do that?

[Michael looks as much to Ash as Jessica, to see if it's really okay.]