Do you ever?
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Do you ever look in the bathroom mirror and want to say "Bloody Mary" 3 times...
Did you ever think you were 12 years old again and pay the price?
Riding a bike and pulling the "look ma, no hands" in your 50's is never a good idea.
Walking on a barrel and falling is a heck more painful as an old guy.
Always remember touch football always turns into a tackle game no matter your age.
Riding a bike and pulling the "look ma, no hands" in your 50's is never a good idea.
Walking on a barrel and falling is a heck more painful as an old guy.
Always remember touch football always turns into a tackle game no matter your age.
Painful, due to how at your age you know you should know better than to walk on a barrel.
So true! But that urge to show those kids the "correct" way of doing things is a powerful demon.
I'm some ways we never quite grow up, do we? 
Hi!
We always play flag football. A little strip of color fabric on your waistband? Yeah, that's just a target where you tackle the beejueezes out of your opponent.
Ha!
Ummmm...let me think on that one. 1,2, 3 ...NO!!!!!!
We call this "Rippa Rugby" in NZ.
I played football in high school. Never was as good as my fantasies wanted me to be. I mean, not even close. I was one of the guys that got sent in only when the game was hopelessly out of reach.
So decades later, I'm in my early fifties (ah, the good old days), and my former Marine son invites me to play football in the park with him and his buds. Every weekend, they played a tackle-but-no-sacks game. Foolishly, I say yes.
He and I were on the same team. I caught a pass, shrugged off a tackle, and ran for a TD, and not my only one that day. A guy caught a pass, figured he could straight-arm me away, but he was wrong, and he ate some dirt. I had an interception. And other things where I just had a ton of fun and schooled the young men. The stars were strangely but wondrously in alignment. My son talked to me after the game and told me one of the opposing players had come up to him after one play and said, "Dude, geezer's got wheels."
Music to my ears. And the term "geezer's got wheels" became part of the family lore and remains to this day.
The next day, I could barely move, and I never played again. But although unorganized and pretty unstructured and entirely meaningless, it had been the best day of football in my life. I got to go out on a high note.
...Scott-Do you ever look at a cookie, and not want to throw it, and all it's little sister, brothers and cousins down your gullet?????...
...do you ever pass a fetching female mannequin in a store and want to pat it's bottom?....anyone?????...oooooook then, just me......
...the late Mr. Bierce was quite a writer fella...
I've done this, but stopped. Last time wasn't a mannequin.......
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...the security guard wasn't amused was he?....