Football follies

On Black Friday, some people go shopping. Josh and our high school friends play football at the town's rec center fields.

This year, they played for about five hours in the freezing cold. When Josh came to pick me up, he was in so much pain, not from the lactic acid that resulted from all the running, but some moron who was playing too hard.

Normally, they play with the understanding that it's just two-hand touch. This strange guy who showed up for the game wore football gear and cleats, making it easier and safer for him to play rough. Apparently, this guy was so huge and intimidating that some people were afraid of him. At the very end of the game, Josh took the worst hit of the day from this strange guy, landing the hardest on his tailbone and the back of his head.

In the car, Dave and Josh talked about this football crazed moron who didn't realize that he was the only one with the appropriate gear for playing hard. Clearly, this fellow has played a little too much football and taken too many hits to the head, as he has no common sense left at all. A lot of people had issues with the crazy dude, so I asked them if anyone had taken the fellow aside to let him know about their rules. Of course, none of them had spoken to the football nut.

Maybe they were scared of him.