I can hardly move. My thighs hurt, my knees hurt, my calves hurt. But who cares? The Hunks (translated: dads/old men) beat the Punks (sons/teenagers) by a score of 6 touchdowns to 4 in our neighborhood's annual Super Sunday football game. We played on a vacant lot in our neighborhood that a couple of the dads actually chalked and striped for the game, which was a good thing because there was a lot of "discussion" about first down markers and out-of-bounds. The game was filled with memorable moments, from the Punk who lost his shorts (the defense was a little too grippy on 2-below tackling), to the controversial penalty when the Punks had too many men on the field, to the final touchdown that saved the Hunks' pride for another year. To be honest, we knew we needed to win quick before we hurt ourselves and/or ran out of gas!
I can't remember a day I enjoyed as much as yesterday. We had a great service at the YMCA that I felt was a landmark moment in the life of our church (you can listen to it all at www.cometothesprings.com). The Hunks vs. Punks game and the great neighborhood party afterward were one of the best times I've had in a long time. Thanks to our awesome neighbors who enjoy spending time together and have made us feel at home on Hidden Brook Lane!
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