A friend's chance encounter with Kareem

So I'm taking my friend to the spa in xxxx for a massage, her father having just died and she going through a miserable divorce; er, happy divorce, miserable man, she tearful nonetheless. So we're sitting in the "quiet room" with warmed shoulder packs around our necks in pristine white robes and sipping tea. A gentleman walks in in a deep red robe, he having a diamond earring in each ear.
"Why didn't we get red robes," ask I.
"Those don't fit me; this is my own. I come here twice a week."
"Good for you."
"I also come here for a pedicure and manicure each week."
"Oh yes."
"And I go for acupuncture once a week."
By this time, I'm thinking a dialysis patient, someone with some chronic ill-ness and money, like a gay guy in the fashion industry.
"I get up every morning at 4, feed the dogs and am out by 5:30, at work by six in NY."
"Oh, I get up at 4 every day also," says my friend, who sleeps about 4 hours a night, is a crackerjack teacher, getting a teacher of the year award this spring all the while going through this divorce, etc.
They chat about when they set alarms, etc. I weakly provide that I do indeed get up at 4 one morning, and couldn't possibly do more."
She asks, "What do you do?" What balls. I was content to see him as an architect, a window designer on Fifth Avenue. Don't ask, don't tell.
"Football."
"Well," she goes, "I don't know anything about football. Something about having to go ten feet every so often." (not said tongue in cheek, just straight from the shoulder.)
He carefully and patiently explains downs and yards, "And they try to make it in three downs because if it comes to four you have to punt or lose the ball and have to turn around and go the other way, and the other team gets the ball."
"Hmmm. What team are you on? Do you play on a team?"
"The Giants."
"Oh, I've heard of them."
Not a smile is cracked on either party's part.
"What's your name?"
"Kareem Mackenzie."
And of course the following weekend he got injured, and I urged her to call the spa or send a card, but they wouldn't pass one on. "We want to honor his privacy." He liked her. Who knows, she may go there at that same time on her own, one fine day.