{"id":1085,"date":"2012-01-09T18:05:22","date_gmt":"2012-01-09T23:05:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/?p=1085"},"modified":"2014-10-06T07:57:40","modified_gmt":"2014-10-06T12:57:40","slug":"flag-football","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/?p=1085","title":{"rendered":"Flag Football"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Wow, nothing rubs in the cruel realities of old age (or, more precisely, a lifetime of sedentary computer work and the cruel realities of carrying around 40 lbs more than is healthy) like playing flag football against a bunch of 20-year-olds.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t quite know how I got roped into it, but a few friends convinced me to join them in the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.torontossc.com\/signin\/?Tab=2&#038;rck=srwseVg0jY\">TSSC<\/a> flag football league. We didn&#8217;t have nearly enough players to form a team on our own, so we signed up as individuals to get randomly put together with some other folks to field a team. The other two guys who showed up to play were good, but unfortunately they were the only ones who showed up &#8212; we had to forfeit due to lack of players (though the other team had to forfeit from lack of equipment, so we called it even and played anyway).<\/p>\n<p>There were a few incidents that made me question the whole concept of flag football. The idea is to have a little velcroed-on flag on your body that the other team can rip off to show that you are down, to avoid the brain-damaging tackling of &#8220;real&#8221; football. The thing is, sometimes you can&#8217;t grab the flag, but can grab the player. So at one point one of our guys (one of the younger, fitter ones &#8212; obviously not me ;) had two of the opposing players hanging off him, but because they couldn&#8217;t manage to grab his flag, he just <em>dragged <\/em>them across the touch-down line. I had to wonder if that was a kosher goal: on the one hand, they didn&#8217;t get his flag, but on the other, they clearly had <em>caught the player<\/em>. I don&#8217;t know, I think if I were faced with the same situation, I&#8217;d be sportsmanlike\/defeatist and give the other team the benefit of catching me once they started to pull my pants down: yes, you&#8217;ve caught me. It&#8217;s ok, I won&#8217;t get all rules-lawyery about ripping the flag off being the only way to stop the play. The point of the flags is to avoid tackling and the ambiguity of two-hand-touch, and I don&#8217;t want to encourage people to tackle someone just to get the flag off at their leisure on the ground.<\/p>\n<p>Speaking of which, I unintentionally knocked someone down, just pushed them the right way below their centre of gravity in the process of grabbing the flag, and down they went. I went down on the next play myself and learned just how deceiving the fake indoor turf is: it feels soft enough under-foot (actually pretty good for running on), but it&#8217;s like steel wool to the touch. I&#8217;ve got some real nasty turf burn down my leg now, not to mention some sprains and bruises that I&#8217;m really feeling today. So I feel pretty bad about (accidentally!) knocking someone down.<\/p>\n<p>In the end, I wasn&#8217;t much help to our team: I made a few good plays, but also dropped a catch that was right to me twice, and one time as QB just threw it right into the arms of an opposing player (hey, he was open!). And while I did learn that I suck at football and am out-of-shape, I also found it fun. As much as I hate leaving the house and meeting new people, and as much as I suck at football, in the end I had a good time last night. No one cared that I sucked or gave the other team the ball almost as much as my own, and everyone was friendly and sportsmanlike. I think I&#8217;m going to try to sign up for more of these sports things in the spring, since team sports always seem to be a better motivator to go and exercise than just working out is for me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Wow, nothing rubs in the cruel realities of old age (or, more precisely, a lifetime of sedentary computer work and the cruel realities of carrying around 40 lbs more than is healthy) like playing flag football against a bunch of 20-year-olds. 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