Football

I was a wide receiver for Powder Puff Football yesterday. Granted, I haven't been working out in months and months, but muscles I didn't know existed (because we haven't studied them yet in anatomy) hurt. I've never played football before, and I can't throw the ball to save my life. But I can run, and I can catch, and I sure am big compared to the other med school girls.

Powder Puff football is when the girls play football and the boys are the cheerleaders. My class had a great turnout. A couple of my classmates came dressed as white trash, complete with "Mom" heart tattoos, cheap beer, John Deere caps and cutoff t-shirts. Some of the boys came out and coached us for an hour before the game. Now I know what a "buttonhook" is, as well as a "flag," "post," "five and out/in," and "the option." At one point, I was going deep to catch a long pass, and ended up getting turned around because I wasn't positioned on the field to watch the ball as I ran. I fell very ungracefully on my rear, and I was running so fast, I kept going and did a reverse somersault, like a tuck-and-roll, then my shoe fell off to boot! It was lotsa fun. I have an increased appreciation of football, now that I've played a little bit of it. I also finally figured out why football games take so freakin long! It's because men cannot contain themselves from arguing over every little sorry detail and just play the darn game.

But man, do I hurt. Showing the youngsters that the old lady's still got it has its repercussions.