Football

I had my first football game with the new team Sunday. Man did we ever get our asses beat. My lowlight was when I dropped an interception. One of my guys broke up a pass and it tipped near enough where I could have had it but instead I tipped it 3 times before having to dive and miss it. Horrible. The highlight was that I made a ridiculous catch for a touchdown. It was 4th and goal from 10 yards out and our qb was about to get sacked so he just hove it to the left side of the end zone. I was on the right side and sprinted across. 4 of us went up for it and some how I wound up on my back with the ball. We lost 7-70. Another highlight was that it had snowed the night before and the field was covered so I was diving and sliding all over the place even if it wasn't needed. Snow sucks unless you are playing in it.

Prior to the game I was walking through the park and came across some little punk kids sledding down a hill while their parents watched. This was west side park, not central park where the hills are for pussies. These kids were going down a 5 story 50 degree incline. It looked fun as hell. Well you know what happened. I conned one of the kids into letting me borrow his sled. When I got to the bottom I realized that I outweighed these chumps by easily 100 pounds and while they would stop well before they hit the park benches at the end of the run, I would stop exactly when I hit them. It didn't hurt so much as was scary and the kids loved it so winners all around. Also the sled was plastic and not too broken. Jock woulda gone clean through the benches and wound up in the Hudson River.


(Not actual event)