Last night was the first game of the season for the Flag Football team I signed up for.
Although we were losing the entire time, I had fallen twice in my attempts to get an opponent's flag and was feeling very tough and aggressive.
Usually I only feel that way personality-wise. Not physically.
Well anywho, in the last 30 seconds of the game, those feelings were washed away when I ran into the tallest guy on our team face first into some part of his body that was apparently made of bricks.
My first thought was, "Oh crap, we just died."
Then, "Oh no, I'm alive but my brain fell out."
Then after checking for all of my teeth and seeing that the other person was alright, the worst happened.
Tears...swelling up, in front of everyone. MORTIFICATION in da house.
Luckily my face isn't swollen and broken this morning like I had feared, but as I'm typing this I did just have my first bite of my banana, and it does not feel good to chew.
Next week I am going to redeem myself for tearing up by wearing war paint under my eyes and grunting loudly during plays.
There's no crying in flag football!
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