Two hand touch football should not have me feeling like this two days after the fact. The only consolation is that everyone else who played seems to feel just as bad.
I think the sign says it all. Thanks lady!
Monday, October 11, 2004
Any Given Saturday
I played football on Saturday up in Central Park with some of my co-workers. Today I feel as though I participated in a demolition derby without a car. I have a twisted ankle, a slightly fat lip, my ribs hurt enough that it actually causes pain to sneeze or laugh and my legs are so sore that I am walking like I might have something stuck up my ass. To make matters worse (and quite embarrassing) we played two hand touch. Not tackle.
Two hand touch football should not have me feeling like this two days after the fact. The only consolation is that everyone else who played seems to feel just as bad.
I think the sign says it all. Thanks lady!
Two hand touch football should not have me feeling like this two days after the fact. The only consolation is that everyone else who played seems to feel just as bad.
I think the sign says it all. Thanks lady!
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