Forest Football

Who would have thought that I would still be talking about my trip to Minneapolis from last November? I have dedicated my blog to this visit and its complete telling. When I am done with my weekend wrap-up I will then jump back into providing a wide spectrum of observations and happenings from the cave.

Dan took me to a cool spot for forest football after fishing. However, we should have stopped at a restroom first. We might have, but I didn't have to go then. There was a little port-a-potty there in the parking lot. When I opened it the smell made me gag. There was a ton of goose droppings everywhere. At one point I wished that I was a goose. I guess when you have 10,000 lakes there is no surprise that there is a lot of geese. Man I had to go, but I was not willing to sacrifice forest football for going back to Dan's to poop. I decided to hold it and I suffered the pain in the name of non-stop excitement.

When we started the game, we had to walk across this path with water on both sides. It was intimidating to throw the football because I really didn't want to buy Dan a new football. He did the throwing and I did the catching on that stretch of dangerous tossing.

We did what we normally do when playing forest football, we played as if we were the Minnesota Vikings. Yes we won this game against our rivals the Green Bay Packers. The Packers rarely win.

Dan had some amazing throws and catches. I might have had some too, but Dan sticks out in my mind. At one point we tried to make it very difficult on ourselves and the football ended up off of the trail in an uncatchable situation. I was wearing my new shoes. Why? Good question. I don't know why I did that, but I did none the less. I stepped off the trail and sank into the mud. DAMN! I was mad for about three to four minutes and then I let it go. Dan might have been wondering if this storm of anger was going to last long or not. It didn't and we went right on having good times. I was slowed a bit by the cake of mud on my new shoes. I am exaggerating a bit. The mud got the side of one of my shoes dirty. It dried and broke off fairly easily. Life is too short to get too bent out of shape about shoes.

The video was filmed on top of a large hill. On our way towards the top we ran into a guy walking his dog. He seemed very nice. I wonder what he was thinking when he stumbled across to 30 something year old men playing catch in the woods by themselves. Who cares really?

In the video Dan is emphasizing the I-formation because in the first couple of takes and including the final I didn't line up in the I-formation. I was set up in a formation that was designed for play action. I was ready to block the blitzing nobodies coming after Dan. I didn't get it at all until I was editing this video yesterday.

I made it back to the car without pooping my pants and with another forest football victory under our belts. I must say that I didn't have much room under that belt. Good game Dan!

After typing this post I decided to put my words in Wordle to see what kind of word cloud that I could get and this is what it showed me. The words used the most are larger.