The Game

During this past week, our school celebrated Spirit Week. On of those celebrations consisted of a "Powderpuff Football Game". The teams were, 8th and 9th grade girls, 10th, 11th, and 12th grade girls. The winner of that game would play a few select all- knowing faculty members.

As Thursday unfolded, those 8th grade girls thought they were going to talk smack to us all day. So the decision was made that if they beat the older girls, they were going down!

As hoped for (by m.s. faulty) our girls won! That meant game on! We were doing well....as the faculty ladies were holding their own, then from behind..... touchdown for the 8th and 9th graders! that irritated us to no end! We burned inside...Beats those kids! Beat those kids!

Finally...it was my turn to go for the defensive kill! I'm on it, I can see it..one of my 8th grade smack talking girls had the ball....she was going down. I didn't just go for the flag, I went for the whole body. As I grabbed for her, I went down and slip across the end zone totally missing her and another touchdown for those brats! (just kidding). Not only did they win the game, I'm injured limping up the stairs. Limping my way to my office in front of them! The smack got louder, louder, and LOUDER!

As I am typing, still today, I am so sore. The sad thing is that I am so active. How can this be for me? I haven't even been able to bike rider, go out for a walk, and certainly no jogging. What is wrong with me? It is age? Hmmm.......