The Turkey Bowl this year consisted of six
semi-adults and a host of children of all ages moving in and out. Once again it was a lot of fun, and it
certainly had its share of not-ready-for-prime-time moments. Nathan had to work, so he wasn’t around to
amaze us with his legendary athletic prowess.
Uncle Josh of the Iron Hands was there, though. Some may think that is a jab at his ability
to miss passes, but it this case, that it not at all the case. Jachin tossed him a stickerbur-laden pass,
and he caught it without blinking an eye.
Never even noticed the evil agents of the devil lying in wait to stab at
any given opportunity. And then there
was Uncle Kel of the Gaping Gash. Yep,
he received a massive, gaping gash on his hand, but managed to work through it
and continue the game anyway. What
guts. What grit. What a tiny little knick. A friend of Kel’s also showed up this year,
and he was our nod to The Flash. The guy
was way too fast for our style of football.
Several time he sped past the ball carrier and didn’t even bother to pull
his flag. He just snatched the ball from
his hands and the next thing we saw was him jogging back toward the rest of us
after his touchdown. Cory was back. He kept us in awe with his Romo-like throwing
arm, consistently pinning the opponent back on his own one inch line.
Of course we did have one play worthy of
Sports Center’s top ten of the decade.
In one of those inevitable street-ball trick plays, I snared a pass in
the bed of the truck. Now the marker for
a touchdown was the front of said truck.
I was quickly surrounded by defenders.
So I did what every ball carrier I saw on TV the day before did when
they could smell the goal line. I held
the ball in front of me and leapt with
all my might over the cab - a desperation, completely horizontal stretch toward
the goal line. All eyes were on the tip
of the ball. Would he make it? When the dust cleared it became abundantly
clear. I gotta get a shorter truck. Josh casually walked over and relieved me of
my flags. Curses. Missed it by that much. Chris told me I would get no sympathy from
her, so right now I’m trolling for a little bit from anywhere else. All compassion welcome, just don’t pat too
hard.
After the big game we adjourned indoors for
some Blue Bell ice cream a slice of pumpkin pie. Well, Cory was the only one who had pie. He’s a bit of a purist.
James 5:7-8 says, “Be patient, then, brothers, until the Lord's coming. See how the farmer
waits for the land to yield its valuable crop and how patient he is for the
autumn and spring rains. You too, be
patient and stand firm, because the Lord's coming is near.”
Father, thank you for football games filled
with laughter and creativity and fun rather than out of control arguments and
intense competition. Amen.
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