I recently met a fellow in the building who, like me, enjoys football. Not just watching, but playing as well. A few weeks ago after we'd had a few beers we decided to set up a game in Central Park. What a concept, the rolling green meadow of the park, ladies nowhere to be found, just some guys out throwing the football around, drawing plays up in the dirt, etc. Well, it was a good time but some of the romance was lost on the fact that it was about 30 degrees, the field was rather rocky and uneven, and a veritable dog-crap mine-field. All of that aside it was a really good time. There were only five in the building who had both the desire and the time to go and play. It worked for a full-time QB and two WR's and two DB's
. I was the youngest guy playing so that felt good. Good, until I was sucking wind about two minutes in, as I was not only the youngest but also the only one who doesn't exercise regularly. Nonetheless, I like to think I held my own. About 2o minutes in, our episode of Thirtysomething hit the cutting room floor when one fellow tore his knee up. He could scarcely walk and, though I haven't seen him since, I wouldn't be at all shocked if he required surgery at some point. We still managed to get a good hour in before we all decided we'd had enough. Afterward it was just like after a pick-up game in college, we all went out and had a ton of beer. Except for instead of going out for beer I decided to go home and soak in a hot bath. The only thing missing was a tube of ben-gay and a Matlock marathon. Just as a little icing on the cake, I was barely able to move any appendage on my body the next day, and none of them with any speed. In spite of it all, I'm more than excited to go back and play again, it was tons of fun and the first time I've gotten out and played football in ages.
. I was the youngest guy playing so that felt good. Good, until I was sucking wind about two minutes in, as I was not only the youngest but also the only one who doesn't exercise regularly. Nonetheless, I like to think I held my own. About 2o minutes in, our episode of Thirtysomething hit the cutting room floor when one fellow tore his knee up. He could scarcely walk and, though I haven't seen him since, I wouldn't be at all shocked if he required surgery at some point. We still managed to get a good hour in before we all decided we'd had enough. Afterward it was just like after a pick-up game in college, we all went out and had a ton of beer. Except for instead of going out for beer I decided to go home and soak in a hot bath. The only thing missing was a tube of ben-gay and a Matlock marathon. Just as a little icing on the cake, I was barely able to move any appendage on my body the next day, and none of them with any speed. In spite of it all, I'm more than excited to go back and play again, it was tons of fun and the first time I've gotten out and played football in ages.
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