I'm Too Old for Football.

I'll love to be posting today about writing or reading or at least about all the great blogs I've been visiting and commenting on all week but since my world is still consumed by a backlog of work at the office and cleaning out Eleonora's home, I've done none of the first and very little of the other two.  So instead I'll share my latest bit of insanity.

We took a break this afternoon to drive down to Cincinnati where my granddaughter had a soccer game followed by my grandson's football game.  We actually were helping out their parents by providing chauffer duties for the soccer game so we had to arrive early.  I thought I'd sit and read a bit until game time.  My grandson had other ideas.  He'd brought his football.

I was up for just tossing it around a bit but he wanted to play a little one on one.  In deference to my old age, he suggested one-hand touch.  No way - that meant I'd have to outrun him.  I held out for tackle. My first drive down the field, I managed to score by dragging my tackler along with me.  Then he scored - by the simple act of running around me (fast little sucker).  Then I flubbed the kickoff.  Loose ball. We both went for it. He went down.  I went down.

I'm too old for football.

Oh - my granddaughter's team won their game. It was the last game of the post season and the win gave them first place!  The football game - the official one - ended in a tie but my grandson had his first interception of the year.  A good day for cheering.  I should have stayed in the stands.

Anyone else do something really stupid lately?  Aw, come on.  Fess up.  I told you mine.