Our first game yesterday was at 8:30 am and I arrived at 7:30 to warm up and stretch. I did stretches and jogged around and was ready to go. My team-mates did the same.
Our first opponents CRUSHED us by 6 touchdowns. After the game I was chatting with the captain of their team and he admitted to me that there were two players on his team that were currently starting football players on NCAA Division 2 teams. Really!?!? No wonder we were beaten so badly! No wonder these kids ran like the wind and jumped like gazelles!
I walked over to the lady with the clip board and asked about the possibility of a mistake by the organizers mixing up the divisions. She responded with "well, there weren't really enough teams this year to divide them up so there is only one division." I knew then and there that our day would be a short one. How is that fair? We were a bunch people who just came out to have fun and try and win against teams like us... but we would never actually play a team like us!
In the first game 3 of our 8 team members had injuries. Since we HAD to have 6 players on the field one of them had to play hurt. That was me. I tweaked my hamstring and could only run at half speed. I also banged up my knee on a play were I was the intended receiver and the ball was intercepted by one of the opponents players who I am pretty sure is a starting corner back at The University of Maryland. I slammed my knee into the artificial turf. It hurt.
We sat and waited for our next game. I didn't sit. I paced up and down the sidelines and tried to keep my hamstring stretched and loose. My knee began to swell.
The second game of our day started and we were playing a team of guys who looked like they had all played before. They had custom shirts with their team name on the front and what I can only imagine was their nicknames on the back. I switched to the "center" position because of the shorter routes (everyone is an eligible receiver). I could only run about half speed but at 6' 6" and 270 lbs, I am a big target. We lost the coin toss but during the first series we intercepted the ball on the 2 yard line and took over.
On our first offensive play of the game, I hiked the ball and took off on my route. I ran about 6 yards when the gentleman that was covering me gave me a shove and knocked me off balance and I went down. I complained to the ref but got nowhere. But he knew that I wasn't happy about it.
On the second play, pretty much the same scenario happened except I got only about 2 steps off the line of scrimmage. I should note that this is a CHARITY, TOUCH football tournament. The first rule in the book says "there will be NO CONTACT other than with two hands above the waist to make the player with the ball "down". I yelled at the ref who was closest to me asking "when did the rules change so that you can knock people down?" He responded with "I didn't see it." I asked "who should I talk to then?" I admit that I was in a bad mood because of the other situations with the divisions and the injuries. But come on! A receiver should able to run his route without being knocked down.
I snapped the ball for the 3rd down and headed out on my pass route. Before I left the line I decided that I was going to stand my ground and not allow myself to get knocked down. Since the refs were letting that kind of thing go, why go down? It effectively takes me out of the play. When I was about 8 yards off the line I was hit square in the chest. My hands were both down and I dug into the turf with my cleats and held my ground. I was pushed off my route a step but kept my feet under me. I turned around and looked for the ball and saw the head ref throw up TWO flags. The pass was completed for a gain of 12 yards and we got the first down. After the play was over the head ref yelled for me and the guy who hit me to be front and center. I walked over and he very authoritatively warned us both that if he saw a hit like that again he was going to throw us both out of the game. I smirked and shook my head. He said "what is so funny?" I said "I have been telling that you are missing the call and then when I get hit and don't go down you warn me?" I turned and walked away. He said "if you smart mouth me one more time I will throw you out for that too!" I said "taking this charity football thing a little serious aren't we?" He responded with "you wanna go home now?" I just shook my head in amaizement and went back in the huddle. Paid proffesional at a charity event! Thanks doctor!
We lost that game by one point. During the post game handshakes the guy who hit me said "you hit me and you know it!" I pulled up my shirt and showed him the two, very distinct, red hand prints he had left and said "really jerk-off? do you have a set like these?" His face turned bright red and he walked away.
I admit that I am competitive... I am VERY competitive! I always play to when. ALWAYS! I hate losing! I know that it was for charity and I probably could have been more "easy going" about the day but it should have been fair. I can only imagine that a less competitive team would be dissallusioned and not come back after the day we had yesterday. It wasn't fair, but we will be back and we will be better... and we will win!
I think next year I will coach the team and yell at the ref from the sidelines, when necessary of course. I can assure you, my dear readers, that I will not be wearing a sweater vest!
STSW
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