Rock climbing followed by football means soreness upon soreness. Maybe I should go running and complete a wussy personal triathalon. But at least I had a good game: four (!) touchdowns, two interceptions, several nice defensive plays. I think I’ll be able to try out for the Cowboys soon.
When we were done playing after about three hours, a group of us were sitting on the sideline, drinking water, enjoying the pain (and in the case of two players, smoking). Then this group of guys came over and asked us if we’d be willing to play against them for a while. It seems they’re practicing for this big touch football championship coming up in November, and they needed people to defend them for a while. Dog-tired but never ones to reject a challenge, we played. These guys clearly took thing much more seriously than we do — they had a playbook! With more than a dozen plays! They had a coach! When a route wasn’t run crisply enough, they’d talk about being two feet farther left or right, a degree of precision we don’t even have when we’re parking our cars, much less running pass patterns. Anyway, they smoked us good. But I did get a few nice views of the backs of their shirts as they ran past, at least.