I really hustled today at indoor soccer-- and it paid off, I scored a goal and had a huge assist to keep our team on the floor-- but I am realizing that my only weapon against younger, quicker players is my substantial mass . . . in the open field, all I can do is contain you young motherfuckers, but if you get caught near the boards, I am winning that battle-- and it's too embarrassing to call foul on someone my age.
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got that john mcginn caboose
When I was 19 and my stepbrother Ian was 16, we got challenged one winter’s day to 2x2 football at the high school field around the corner — by my uncles who were 37 and 39 and athletic but burly / portly / even beer bellied. They destroyed us against major odds because they used their beefy bods to push us around (I weighed 69 pounds less back then) all day long. And it was too embarrassing to call pass interference on them. This was a few years after Refrigerator Perry, and they called themselves the Washer and the Dryer and got photos with their matching Giants jerseys and some fake trophy. It was demoralizing.
I'm sure Ian enjoyed that immensely. If your uncles are Giants fans, I assume they challenged you by saying "Oh! Loogadeez two fuggin bacciagaloops! Whydonecha get yer sorry azzez offada cowch an play uz in foobaw?"
yesterday was fun, put i pushed it too hard. i am very sore today-- though it was worth it to beat the youth . . . I love the line "too embarrassing to call pass interference on them."
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