football metaphors
i broke the huddle clean but forgot the snap count and lined up in the netural zone. thankfully, the umpire didn't see...but that personal foul was too blatant to miss. so now i can only observe from beyond the sidelines with that nostalgic look in my eye. it's not so bad though. the cheerleaders are fun to look at and if i drink enough gatorade my shoulder pads don't feel so heavy and i can close my eyes and smell those pads crack hear and vicariously acheive those first downs. but when we run out of gatorade i'll be shit out of luck and left wondering what would have happened if i would have practiced a little harder and didn't try so damn hard to be walter peyton.