Saturday, September 17, 2011
What day am I? I have no idea. I got behind. I’m hoping there will be two posts today.
Saturday, I woke up early to go watch the Iowa football game at a bar. It was the most depressing game ever. Through three quarters we were down 24-3 and we couldn’t do anything. Then, we turned it on for the biggest comeback in Iowa history and won the game 31-27. It was crazy. I gave myself a lot of high fives.
I’ve always really liked football a lot. I grew up going to Iowa Football games. I never played organized football. I played more the, “run to the tree, go around it twice, play dead, jump up, and run back towards me and I’ll throw it to you,” in the backyard kind of football. To this day, I much prefer playing catch with a nerf football, or a small rubber one. But, that’s mostly because I have small hands and real footballs are so huge. They are so big.
It was never more apparent to me that I wasn’t cut out for real football than when my friend, Nate, and I decided that we would try out for the Springfield Wolfpack, a semi pro arena football team in Springfield to video tape The Mystery Hour. I’ve always considered myself fairly athletic, but as you can see from this video, I have aways to go.