In the event that Troy meets a sudden and untimely death, he's given me permission to marry Colt McCoy. There is the little matter of a five year age difference--the one where I turn 30 only days after Colt turns 25 but you win some and you lose some.
And really, I'd be an awesome NFL wife. I'd be all, "Colt! What were you thinking? You had a clear path to the end zone!" And he'd be all, "Lady, calm down!" I might have to renege my contract to marry Colt (in the event that Troy meets a sudden and untimely death) if he is drafted by the Raiders, however. Then, and only then, this deal would be off. Well, and if Colt doesn't want to marry the poor widow with two children. I guess he'd probably have to be alright with it, too.