Lola In The City

I am a 42 year old woman. No...wait...let me clarify. I am a 42 year old, overweight, out of shape woman with negligible athletic ability who is still nursing some nasty injuries after recently slipping on an acorn. (I only mention the acorn incident as an example of my complete lack of grace and coordination.) So, keeping all of these factors in mind, what the hell made me think it was a good idea to go play flag football with a bunch of 20-somethings???

I admit that acting my age is certainly not in my repertoire. I mean, come on. Should a 42 year old woman be going to back to back punk rock shows? Probably not. But at least there I am in my element. And with people closer to my own age. Hell, even the musicians are closer to my age (which explains why, in very un-punk like fashion, the shows begin punctually and usually end by midnight). 

But football? Really??? Don't get me wrong. I love it as a spectator sport. But the only extracurricular sport I played in school was volleyball, a sport that involves far less running and physical contact. Oh, and there was the company softball team 10 years ago. But we never won a game...probably because we were more interested in getting to the bar for beer after the game rather than actually playing (again, I was in my element).

I did learn some things about myself. For example, whenever I get the ball I squeal like a little girl. That is not to say I was afraid of the ball (although I was a little afraid of being tackled by my friend Aja). I would take it and run as fast as my chubby little legs would go (which isn't very fast). I would just squeal the whole time I had possession. This provided a very funny, if not entirely successful, fake-out play that involved the QB faking a hand off to me and me running and squealing while he threw to my much more talented team mate. Also, whenever I would grab an opposing team member's flag I would throw it on the ground, grunt, and stomp on it. 'Cause I'm classy like that.  

So, you know what I am going to say the next time they invite me to play? "Hell yeah!!!" Just as soon as I regain full range of motion and can walk upright again.