My brothers and a couple of the neighbors would play football games in the back yard that went on for like 6 hours. It would get dark, and we'd turn one set of spot lights so you could sorta see the ball.
Earlier in my career, my brother and I playing a game of football in the living room that we called "Bulldog". It involved a quarterback (who call signals very, very loudly "395! 395! hut! hut!" against a defensive lineman on a 3 foot field. It was all red zone, baby, very intense.
Organized football sucks ass for about 75% of the players. It's like joining the marines and getting yelled at for fun. Hell, if you want to knock your brains around and break a leg, join a rugby club, that looks like great fun.
Earlier in my career, my brother and I playing a game of football in the living room that we called "Bulldog". It involved a quarterback (who call signals very, very loudly "395! 395! hut! hut!" against a defensive lineman on a 3 foot field. It was all red zone, baby, very intense.
Organized football sucks ass for about 75% of the players. It's like joining the marines and getting yelled at for fun. Hell, if you want to knock your brains around and break a leg, join a rugby club, that looks like great fun.


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