I was quarterback today. All of a sudden. Surprised? I at least pretended I was QB anyways, in all reality, Andry was the QB cause I was so bad at it. The French team QB wasn't as bad as I was, but he can be excused on the grounds that he isn't an American. I guess Andry figured that as one of two Americans on the team, I should be good at football. Wrong. So I handed off to him and then blocked for him. It worked. We won. 24 to 0. Not very fair teams I guess, even though Andry's brother (who is the French team's coach) played on their team and we never had even one practice. He is a terrifying person to have trying to kill you. His shirt said I'm not short: I am built low to the ground for improved speed and accuracy. He did everything his shirt said he could. In addition to that, he could bull his way through our line and destroy me. I had about 2 seconds between the time I got the ball to the time I had to get rid of it. Needless to say the result was funny. Also, I had a bunch of people who had never hiked a ball before in their life as linemen, and I had several balls go over my head, and another bounce directly off of it. But this sounds like excuses. In reality, none of us really knew what we were doing, but we had a great time doing it.
I have still not finished the Matrix with my mother.
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I think your mother doesn't want to finish the Matrix.
Football sounds like lots of fun! :) Congrats on your position, that's a tough one.
I haven't played football in a long time. Not to mention, I'm not that good at it either. I prefer to play baseball and cards. You don't get hurt as much. One of my uncles almost died from a ruptured spleen from playing football. Enjoy it while you can!
Ahh, football. Cherished memories, eh? We made a sweet team, way back in the halcyon of old. You guys didn't even practice? Congrats on owning them anyways!
PS: Would have loved to see you freak out when Andry's brother came at you. I'll bet you pulled all kinds of spastic moves =)
I think she might not. and it is getting to the point where she will have forgotten the first half by the time we finish it, assuming we finish it, and will hate the movie for the rest of this aeon.
Tal, you know me too well. My middle name was spastic.
That's not so bad. My dad is a no-repeat watcher. After he sees a movie once he never has to see it again. He can sit there and tell you everything that happens from beginning to finish. I can count the number of movies he's watched more than once on one hand!
I'm so hyper! The movers came today and are doing a great job at packing!! I'll be in Indiana by Thursday!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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