ouch

I played football tonight. Well, I participated. My son is in a flag football league and tonight it was going to be the dads against the flag football coaches -- who are all members of the high school football team. ...The state champion football team.... We dads outnumbered the high school kids by more than 2 to 1, but we were taken to task. We had maybe five dads you were decent enough to play well. Me? I did my job on defense. Took part in two "tackles" (holding on to the high school kid long enough for me or another to rip off the flag), and broke up one short pass behind the line of scrimmage.

Jeez those kids can run fast!

It wasn't a blow out. Dad's scored one touchdown and high schoolers scored two. But...ow...my legs are aching. I'm going to be cramping tonight.

I'm hardly the jock type, so why did I play? For my kid, of course. He wanted to watch dad play, and as we always tell him to do his best and to at least try, how could I do less? There's talk of forming a dad league, but I think I've had all the playing time I need for the next ... oh, say... lifetime!

Where's the nearest dodgeball court?