Friday, November 19, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
N.F.L....National Flag Football Loser
I was recently invited to participate in a 'pick up' flag football and I immediately refused but after some careful but poignant prodding by my homies, I was persuaded to join a early Saturday morning game at the local park
Playing both defensive back and wide receiver through out the entire 2 hour game was rough, considering I hadn't played any sort of football related game in 10 or more years, but after starting off slow, physically, i rounded into shape at the 34 minute mark and preceded to lead my team to a narrow hard fought victory
I left the field thinking, " i can do this every wknd...I forgot how much fun flag football can be, its challenging but not to hard on the body cause you're not really tackling any body", the homies and i went to the local bar across the street and had a few adult beverages and bragged about how good of a team we could be if we played every week and at the end of the night we made a vow that we would join an organized flag football league come Fall season and really show the world how good we were. The rest of the night and even in my dreams I couldn't help but think how much of a grand time I was going to have with my new found hobby
The next morning I woke up ready to prepare oneself for work but something happen, my brain awoke on time but when it gave the rise and shine signal to my bodily limbs nothing happen. Well I won't say nothing happen cause that would mean I was paralyzed, I did move my limbs but it was at such a slow pace that a turtle could of out ran me. The previous days flag football game took a toll on me hardcore, those 2 precious hours of running up and down that park field made such an impression on my body that it took me 30 minutes to get out of the bed. It took another 30 minutes to get to the bathroom, 5 minutes to align myself in front of the toilet and 1 shameful-embarassing-gut wrenching request of my roommate; he had to help pull my shorts down to my ankles (i felt like a 1st grader) so i could relinquish that urgent-sometime annoying AM urination
It took me a grand total of 5 days to fully recover from that harmless game of flag football and judging from the non-phone calls i didn't receive from my homies, its safe to say they were going thru the same thing. The discussions and plans to re-invent ourselves into amateur flag football players came to a screeching halt. I'm sure the flag leagues don't tolerate crying from their players and believe me that's all i did the first 3 days I was recovering...yeah its time for me to switch to a sporting hobby that's more subtle and humble, like Pool-Chess-Badminton or maybe Bingo, I'm sure if I get good enuff at the bingo genre i can then take out an unsuspecting senior citizen. Hold up, let me think about that before I totally commit, some of these elderly folk have been known to a knock a mother@*#ker out over a B-2 or 0-68....
Playing both defensive back and wide receiver through out the entire 2 hour game was rough, considering I hadn't played any sort of football related game in 10 or more years, but after starting off slow, physically, i rounded into shape at the 34 minute mark and preceded to lead my team to a narrow hard fought victory
I left the field thinking, " i can do this every wknd...I forgot how much fun flag football can be, its challenging but not to hard on the body cause you're not really tackling any body", the homies and i went to the local bar across the street and had a few adult beverages and bragged about how good of a team we could be if we played every week and at the end of the night we made a vow that we would join an organized flag football league come Fall season and really show the world how good we were. The rest of the night and even in my dreams I couldn't help but think how much of a grand time I was going to have with my new found hobby
The next morning I woke up ready to prepare oneself for work but something happen, my brain awoke on time but when it gave the rise and shine signal to my bodily limbs nothing happen. Well I won't say nothing happen cause that would mean I was paralyzed, I did move my limbs but it was at such a slow pace that a turtle could of out ran me. The previous days flag football game took a toll on me hardcore, those 2 precious hours of running up and down that park field made such an impression on my body that it took me 30 minutes to get out of the bed. It took another 30 minutes to get to the bathroom, 5 minutes to align myself in front of the toilet and 1 shameful-embarassing-gut wrenching request of my roommate; he had to help pull my shorts down to my ankles (i felt like a 1st grader) so i could relinquish that urgent-sometime annoying AM urination
It took me a grand total of 5 days to fully recover from that harmless game of flag football and judging from the non-phone calls i didn't receive from my homies, its safe to say they were going thru the same thing. The discussions and plans to re-invent ourselves into amateur flag football players came to a screeching halt. I'm sure the flag leagues don't tolerate crying from their players and believe me that's all i did the first 3 days I was recovering...yeah its time for me to switch to a sporting hobby that's more subtle and humble, like Pool-Chess-Badminton or maybe Bingo, I'm sure if I get good enuff at the bingo genre i can then take out an unsuspecting senior citizen. Hold up, let me think about that before I totally commit, some of these elderly folk have been known to a knock a mother@*#ker out over a B-2 or 0-68....
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