He thanked Charlie , the driver , and hobbled into the locker room . The stale smells of sweat , old tape , wet carpet and Icy - Hot liniment assailed his nostrils , and he grinned at the familiarity of it . He looked around the room and his eyes lit on Jack 's locker . He made his way over to it and , just like Jack , everything was neat and in its place .

Question: How do I know Jack ?
Answer: Jack is one of my friendsJack is one of my driversJack is my fatherNone of the above choices .