November 20, 2006

My dreams are dashed.

Iím still alive. Yesterday did not go as planned. After grabbing all the gear I loaded up the family into the truck and headed to the MetroCentre. Ktreva kept telling me the whole time that I was being foolish and I was going to get hurt. Finally as I approached the sign-in table she stepped in front of me, crossed her arms, hitched her hips and stuck out a leg. She said, and I quote, ďIf you sign that piece of paper to try out, you are going to be in more trouble then you can imagine. Trust me, you donít want that kind of trouble. Oh, and you know that thing I occasionally do that you really like, that you say I'm really good at and want me to do more ofÖ keep it up and never again.Ē

Thus I ended up watching the tryouts from the sidelines. There were some guys down on the field that made me look svelte and others that made me look like I was a professional athlete. I donít know how many of them actually made the team. After a couple of hours I left and met up with Graumagus at Hooters for beer, hot wings and the afternoon game. Yea, it tore up my stomach, but it tasted real good.

So my dreams of being a UIF football player have been dashed. On a lighter note, when we left the building I realized that I had forgotten Cloneís backpack at our seats. While running in to get it, I stepped wrong and gave myself a leg cramp. Maybe it was a good idea that I didnít try out.

Posted by Contagion in Stories about me. at November 20, 2006 05:56 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Bum leg? Try being a Green Bay Quarterback.

Apparently mobility isn't a requirement :-/

Posted by: Harvey at November 20, 2006 06:27 PM

I love your wife so much.

And no, not that way. Damn, you and that "art"....

Posted by: Tammi at November 20, 2006 06:57 PM

Darn. I was looking forward to really cool injury stories. You should have threatened her with your super-acid spit... :)

Posted by: Ogre at November 21, 2006 10:02 AM

It's good that Ktreva is there to save you from yourself. :) Though it would have been cool to be able to go watch you play...

Posted by: Richmond at November 21, 2006 11:52 AM

Jeebus Caristy... you wuss.

Posted by: That 1 Guy at November 21, 2006 06:49 PM

You have a good handler. Thank god she knows which tricks to use to handle you.

Posted by: og at November 22, 2006 08:21 PM