I enjoyed myself and also felt quite short. I was thinking to myself, “I am 27 years old and the young men are towering over me!” Then I understood how my sister felt when she is working at the elementary. (Ha Ha yeah that is a joke and not a joke at the same time. I love you Gwen if you are reading this.) I also find myself freaked out on certain occasions because I am right there on the sideline. I can see these young men coming at me at full speed with full pads on (I don’t have pads and I am just 130 pounds. I think they can bench press 130lbs let alone sweep me in to oblivion). On a number of occasions I felt my heart jump into my throat. Still I have managed not to be killed, which is good.
So I will be going back at the end of the week to see the Manor Mustangs take on the Hutto Hippos. I smell victory but I don't want to jinx anything.
Peace
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