ORH's thread about breaking some bones standing on a chair inspired this one ...
This past Saturday 16 morons, including myself, decided to get together for a friendly football game because ... well ... perhaps we are fighting the disaster known as aging and it had been awhile since any of us have played any football. Back in high school or just out of high school when we'd play, there would always be some injuries, but they'd always be minor. Maybe a twisted ankle here, some cuts or scrapes there, a couple bruises the next few days, but nothing serious.
That was a few years ago, this is now, and we hadn't played in a few years. Unfortunately it didn't click in anybody's head that full contact football without any pads probably isn't the most intelligent decision, but none of us cared at the time ... we're men, right? Sure, we're men who are also bigger, stronger and hit harder than five years ago, which results in all of us breaking easier. To put it in perspective, I'm an athletic 6' 0"/190lbs, and while I'm not the biggest guy around, I'm certainly not small. But out there on the field, about 2/3 of the guys playing were clearly bigger than I was, some guys weighing as much as 270lbs. One guy probably went about 6' 4"/240lbs, and yes, he was lightning quick. On each play, guys weren't just getting tackled, they were getting anihilated or thrown around like stuffed animals. And with 16 guys playing, we were a full 8 vs. 8 and even had an offensive/defensive line of three guys each.
Yes, we take our football very seriously!
Needless to say, injuries dominated the game. Here's a sampling of the confirmed injury reports that have trickled my way since Saturday: a broken rib, a broken collarbone, a strained neck muscle, a possible sprained ankle, a direct groin shot, two unspecified knee injuries and a full collection of bloody, gory cuts. Considering I only know half the guys that were playing, it's likely more injuries occurred that I'm not aware of.
As far as my status, I'm one of the lucky few who escaped relatively unscathed. I say relatively, because while I look like I got hit by a truck with the scrapes/cuts/bruises, nothing is broken or torn and I can freely move around in one piece. Unfortunately, since it appears all of us are probably a bit too old to be playing full contact backyard football without any pads, that form of recreation for the future will likely only again be played out in loving memories.
BTW, if we get another game going in a few weeks, fellow Zoners are more than welcome to participate