posted on Aug, 4 2009 @ 08:17 AM
I am man enough to admit I lost. It was cool though. I had the ball first. I ran right at him, then tried to cut at the last moment. Next thing I know
I have this man smothering me with a huge tackle. He went light on me. Of course I said something stupid.
"If your going to hit me, at least leave a mark."
"If you want to play then really hit me."
He smiled, and nodded. Then his eyes hardened. Game on for real.
Now his turn. He took the ball, and at the count of three started. This man is fast! I could tell from his shoulders he was going to cut left. YEAH! I
got him! It was like hitting a Mack Truck. But he went down.
Then my turn. Count of 3. GO GO GO GO....... He was running backwards almost as fast as I was going forward. I cut right and managed to break an arm
tackle. Endzone here I come. This son of a gun is like greased lightning. He caught me from behind, and I shouldn't have asked him to hit me hard. He
did. I saw so many stars that I'm pretty sure I saw Niburu. It was awesome! I took a real NFL hit from someone who meant business.
He was a gentleman and made sure I was OK.
He took the ball...1, 2, 3....
He ran right at me, intending to run me over. I ran right at him and screamed like a Banshee (can't knock the wind out when there is no air in your
lungs). He didn't even try to go around me. He wants a victory. We collided and he went down. Train wreck. I took the worst of it. By far. But I
knocked him down.
Now he is obviously ticked off. When you see a man transform from a friendly competitor to an adversary you can tell.
I think I took 3 steps, and this man was in my face. He hit me so hard that I saw God. I dropped the ball. He picked it up and ran to the endzone.
This guy is freakin' fast! He was in the endzone before I was at the 20.
He kicked my Italian Butt. He came over and again was a gentleman. All hardness in his eyes gone.
"Yep. But man, you're good!"
"That's why I practice every day, and play. You have balls mate. Drinks on me, OK?"
Oh yeah. He left a mark. Several actually. He kicked my butt, and man I am feeling it. But I stopped him more than once, and left a mark or two
myself. One of the best experiences of my life.