pain in vain
yesterday was thanksgiving. like everyone else in america, i ate turkey with all the customary accompaniments. i, thankfully did not over-indulge. in the words of ice cube: "i got my grub on, but didn't pig out." nonetheless, today my body is suffering as a result of careless treatment.
every thanksgiving day, i participate in a touch football game. since i don't drive drunk, it's the only way my life resembles that of a kennedy. yesterday was not good. after playing for 30 ,or so minutes; i was informed that i was the oldest person at this year's contest. the dolt who brought that news to light deserved some retribution, but i was too tired to provide any. i did play pretty well, but these kids today don't like to pass the ball to an old guy unless all other options are exhausted. what are you gonna do? i resorted to pushing everyone else out of the way on kick-off returns. hey, i gotta get my touches to reach my incentive goals.
the best part was that jackson went with me. he's never gone before, so yesterday was really fun. he didn't catch anything, but he had a few good runs. on kick-offs, i would get the ball, hand off to him, and push as many people as possible out of j's way. he felt really big, and that's fun to watch. he had a good time (unnecessarily) spitting on the ground and talking junk to anyone who would listen. and i'm talking hard-core, personal stuff like, "nice catch, pinnochio." manhood-stealing stuff like that. he was so cold that he didn't even need to break out any "mama" jokes. he loves to hang out with older boys and feel like a part of the crew. it was a good morning.
today, i am creeping. my hamstrings have been replaced by rebar, and my back is as supple as the face of mount rushmore. the problem is that the second day is always the worst...i can't wait for the morning.
as an aside: i am watching "ocean's twelve" while writing this. it's ok. not as good as it's predecessor, which is not as good as the original. but it is fun to watch. unfortunately i can't help feeling bad for julia roberts while watching this. in this movie she looks old, tired, and average. on the other hand, catherine zeta jones' beauty is painful to behold. by comparison, she makes julia look like me. so much for america's sweetheart.
every thanksgiving day, i participate in a touch football game. since i don't drive drunk, it's the only way my life resembles that of a kennedy. yesterday was not good. after playing for 30 ,or so minutes; i was informed that i was the oldest person at this year's contest. the dolt who brought that news to light deserved some retribution, but i was too tired to provide any. i did play pretty well, but these kids today don't like to pass the ball to an old guy unless all other options are exhausted. what are you gonna do? i resorted to pushing everyone else out of the way on kick-off returns. hey, i gotta get my touches to reach my incentive goals.
the best part was that jackson went with me. he's never gone before, so yesterday was really fun. he didn't catch anything, but he had a few good runs. on kick-offs, i would get the ball, hand off to him, and push as many people as possible out of j's way. he felt really big, and that's fun to watch. he had a good time (unnecessarily) spitting on the ground and talking junk to anyone who would listen. and i'm talking hard-core, personal stuff like, "nice catch, pinnochio." manhood-stealing stuff like that. he was so cold that he didn't even need to break out any "mama" jokes. he loves to hang out with older boys and feel like a part of the crew. it was a good morning.
today, i am creeping. my hamstrings have been replaced by rebar, and my back is as supple as the face of mount rushmore. the problem is that the second day is always the worst...i can't wait for the morning.
as an aside: i am watching "ocean's twelve" while writing this. it's ok. not as good as it's predecessor, which is not as good as the original. but it is fun to watch. unfortunately i can't help feeling bad for julia roberts while watching this. in this movie she looks old, tired, and average. on the other hand, catherine zeta jones' beauty is painful to behold. by comparison, she makes julia look like me. so much for america's sweetheart.
posted by cm at 11/25/2005
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