totally underwhelming. no fights. no arguments. the usual annual jerk was pleasant. conclusion: i'm an old guy. i'm a young old guy, but still old. i could feel it in my lack of desire to compete, much less win. i spent my time on the field talking to myself and joking with the opposing players. the mentality was: if you're not obviously a lineman, you're a receiver. the problem was: this is hawaii, most men are not obviously linemen. so there we were, our team with 2 obvious linemen... and me, trying to block obvious linemen.
we played 2 games. the warm up game: first team with 3 touchdowns wins. that took like 1.5 hours. the second game ("the real game"), we played to 4 TDs. that lasted like 20 minutes, we got smoked. i didn't really play in that one... no one wanted to play the center position (the guy who hikes the ball) so i did it. while our team huddled and made "plans" i just stood at the line of scrimmage and made fun of myself with the other team. i did that a few times and lost interest. spent the rest of the game sitting on the water cooler.
it could be sour grapes or it could just be that i'm old. or both. or...
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