Old and ashamed

Yesterday I left straight from work to meet some random guys from work to play flag football. After reading Eric's blog I found out that this grants me a punch on my Man Card. I imagine you receive 9 punches on your man card then you get 1 freebie. That freebie could then be used to do something very feminine without repercussions. I plan on redeeming mine to wear a pair of gauchos pants. Those things look so comfortable. (By the way I have a whole room full of man cards that I am saving for retirement so that I can mess with the public at large. I could pull some awesome old man pranks if I have no shame) Back to the football: So I showed up and didn't know anyone. I introduced myself and went through the scouting session. They wanted to know if I had any skills. I don't like to brag but I will so that there is more to read. I played like a Heisman trophy winner. Not really but I did play pretty well only throwing 1 horrible pass (so bad that everyone including me instantly started laughing) and missed 1 catch. I finished with 1 of the 4 touchdowns (had another but they lied and said I was tackled before the goal line). Today they sent out another email stating how well the new guy played and about the next game in 2 weeks. I can't wait. If anyone remembers playing with me in college on the intramural fields they know how much I love football. Well today I am paying for my fun. My hips, back, and legs hurt. This is probably because I haven't run/worked out in about 1 month. I have let things slide recently but about to get back on the bandwagon. Thinking about joining the gym so that I can start swimming again. Will probably go sign up next week. Few people know that I am a mini Michael Phelps.

The ashamed part of the title comes in now. Today is the spelling bee on ESPN. I hate this because every single kid in that competition is a better speller than me and I have a college degree. The only thing worse then my spelling is probably my grammar. I need to teach my monkey perfect grammar and make him memorize the dictionary/thesaurus. Then I could sneak him in to work and we could hang 24/7.


This is an actual picture of me in Gauchos.
I want to apologize to all the good writers and spellers that read this blog that suffer through my writing. I hope that it is worth it.