Pigskins in blankets

A couple of years ago, my office participated in a coed dodgeball league. I joined the team because it sounded like fun and a good bonding experience for myself and my coworkers. What I didn’t realize was that the games were all the way on the Upper East Side (ironic, considering I now live one block from there, and can see the school from my apartment window), and that this may be fun, but it certainly wasn’t for fun. The other teams were damn competitive and some of them even had mouth guards. They definitely were not messing around. After I saw one of my coworkers nearly have her head taken off, I called it quits. Effectively attending one game. Go team!

I’d basically given up on group sports, until a weekend in Fire Island when one of my housemates asked if I wanted to play football. I thought he meant to have a catch, but he apparently meant to literally play a game. Surprisingly I wasn’t that awful, so I recently joined a coed touch football team. Oh yes, you heard me correctly. The first game is this Saturday... I really hope we have matching team mouth guards...