Poop Shute

You haven't seen intense until you've seen a bunch of guys in their mid-to-late twenties who all "used to play football" playing football.

The biggest thing is they all feel like they've got something to prove. It's like this is the superbowl for each of them, and they are there to show you just how good they could have been, if they hadn't chosen accounting instead, or whatever it is they do for a living now.

And don't get me wrong, I am not pointing fingers, I got caught up in that energy too. It's hard not to get all charged up on testosterone when you're chasing down or running from an opponent, you know? It's some primal thing that kicks in. You either feel like an enraged bull charging down a rodeo clown... or you feel like the clown. Either way, you're running your lungs out.

The funniest thing is it was flag football, but it was no less intense. We still all managed to leave plenty of blood and sweat on the field. Skinned knees, elbows, forearms all over the place. For me, I made a huge slant run, and left my man in the dust, and was about three-quarters of the way down field when I made a long diving catch... and slid about five feet on my left side. These used to be one of my favorite pair of boxers, but now the left hip has a HUGE blood stain across it. Oops.

For those of you who haven't played, the above may sound like I'm complaining, but I am typing this with an ear-to-ear grin. I haven't played in so long, I forgot the charge I get out of it. I forgot how good it feels to out-run and out-catch your fellow man. A little healthy competition is good for the spirit, and mine is flying high. I had that big catch I mentioned, and two touchdown runs, one of which was a 100 yard kickoff return. Good times.