NOT “futbol,” that abomination. But the all-American sport of real men, football.

Yes, most people have written my off physically, thinking I was past the point of vigorous mobility. Ok, I actually was chief among those people. And it turns out that I am past that point. But I found that I still AM capable of limited cautious mobility.

Because of my age and the probable brittle bone condition that comes along with it, we played flag instead of tackle. Evidently they don’t make flag belts for grown men, just skinny little kids. All the other guys had several feet of extra flag belt waving in the breeze, but I couldn’t even fasten mine. We had to put two belts together to encircle my impressive girth.

An oft-heard comment during the game, especially after a brilliant reception or defensive maneuver by me, was “Wow! I didn’t know you could move so fast!”

Well, when they had probably never seen me move faster than a walk, a brisk shuffle looks pretty impressive!