That movie was playing last Sunday morning, and I was almost late to teach Sunday School for drooling over the man. One of the last scenes I saw was the one from that last pic, where he's talking to the crotchety old guy sitting on the porch who calls him over while he's out running...all sweaty. I'd call him over if I saw him running by all sweaty, too. But I would offer him my shower. And to scrub his back. Yes. His back. That's right. Mm-hmm!