The Guest Part Two

When we pulled into the drive of the Bear Ranch we wanted to get changed and possibly shoot some baskets. We as it turned out we played some foosball instead. Dan was telling me how good he has been getting at work. Maybe everyone at his work sucks, but Dan played a good game. To his credit he was playing on a table that had three guys in the back row and two in front of the goalie. This is because my table doesn't have ramps in the corners. Not what he was use to anyway. He also had to deal with Jonah putting his hands on his goalie and on his wrist while he was playing. Not fare for him, but it was the home field advantage. I won hansomely!

I was very sad that Dan didn't wear his Viking jersey, but I didn't want to beat a dead horse any longer. I really don't understand why he didn't want to wear it. He tried to explain, but his explanation didn't make it any clearer for me. Something about playing for Dan and not the Vikings. I didn't want it to kill the Great Relax so I just buried it deep within myself. I am sure that I will get it someday. I just thought that it would be a hoot to look like a team and to demonstrate some crazy sense of bravery and unity as we marched to the battlefield to take on some rather colossal and talented foes. We would be fools that is true, but who cares? I am in the business of building great memories. I guess sometimes being foolish is like adding sprinkles to your already frosted cupcake.

Dan's account of how the game unfolded is very accurate. However, I didn't have a floating bone. I believe it was the third play of the game when I blew past the defenders and was wide open for an easy touchdown. However, I was too focused on running away after the catch when Dan's great pass hit me in my numbers. It was an awesome throw but it bounced off my chest and I tweeked my leg as I fell to the ground. I pulled my right quad muscle. It hurt like crap and I should have ended the game right there. I didn't want to use that as a reason for ending the game by no means. I would rather play than stop. Even if it means that I have to hop around to rush the quarterback. I had nothing left in reguards to getting a first step or even any step on anybody. Dan was truly amazing in that he ran around and gave his all both on offense and defense. Bless his heart!

My natural position is reciever, but I had to play QB most of the game because of the leg. The leg situation didn't help us score or move the ball down the field. I cowboyed up a couple of times to give Dan a breather. He never asked for one, but I didn't want that 36 year old having a stroke out there. Dan did rise to a new level in reguards to his QB skills. He threaded the needle on one play and we were close to the first down marker. Like he said, the next play was a 30 yard bomb that was caught by number 80, "Mr. Sure Hands." I got open by buckling the legs of my defender. Yes, I was in great pain for most of the game, but I didn't feel it on this drive for some reason. It was a drive of great men who were hell bent on scoring at least once in this game. Great arm by Dan and great hands by Clogger resulted in 6 points. The 2 point conversion worked in a similar fashion. Eight points! Man we were not suppose to score at all. Let's look at the facts. We were 10 years older than our opponent, we had zero trainning in football, we had zero organized football experience, we were 5-6 inches shorter, we had one guy doing all the running, we had one guy with one working leg, we had recievers as quarterbacks, we didn't run any double coverages, and we played against two guys who have college type talent. How did we possibly score 8 points? We played with heart and determination that's how we did it. Great job Dan! The guy played so hard he broke his footware. See photo below of the blood and carnage.