Lesson Learned?

I thought I learned this lesson many years ago, in college, when I ate at the Wendy's Superbar before an intramural football game and put in a very poor performance at cornerback, but when Ian insisted he wanted Chipotle before his soccer game yesterday-- and he said he only wanted a bowl, not a burrito-- I agreed . . . but apparently a bowl full of rice, barbacoa meat, and sour cream does not sit well when you're playing left mid on a wide field.

5 comments:

zman said...

I’m similarly situated—I had a fried chicken basket for dinner and then mowed the lawn.

Dave said...

are you an extremely athletic mower?

zman said...

Yes, actually. I waited for the end of the day, anticipating it would be cooler, but it wasn't and I had to mow quickly because I was losing sunlight rapidly. So I had to maintain a brisk mowing pace in the heat with a belly full of fried chicken.

Dave said...

you were very mowervated.

Whitney said...

Mow-tivated, yes. Mowervated, nope.

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