I'll be Nebuchadnezzar, and y'all be Daniel and tell me what this means...
So I was chosen to play QB in a football All Star game. I'm 54 and everyone else was in high school, except their starting QB, who was none other than present day homeless look-alike, Art Briles. He looked like Ken Stabler when he took a long drag on his cigarette and said, “we’re gonna kick your ass.”
When I showed up, everyone else had all of their gear and I was scrambling to put something together. My helmet was metal without any padding inside it. My shoulder pads were peak 1990s Herschel Walker and added 12 inches up and out on my shoulders (remember, I’m a QB). I couldn’t find any cleats so I grabbed a pair of Kaeppas (yes, they had the double shoestrings) that were 3 sizes too big and looked like clown shoes.
Just as we were about to take the field, the alarm went off. Damn you Daylight Savings Time! I was about to whoop up on Art and a bunch of really good, fast, and in shape high school guys.
Please interpret what this means.
So I was chosen to play QB in a football All Star game. I'm 54 and everyone else was in high school, except their starting QB, who was none other than present day homeless look-alike, Art Briles. He looked like Ken Stabler when he took a long drag on his cigarette and said, “we’re gonna kick your ass.”
When I showed up, everyone else had all of their gear and I was scrambling to put something together. My helmet was metal without any padding inside it. My shoulder pads were peak 1990s Herschel Walker and added 12 inches up and out on my shoulders (remember, I’m a QB). I couldn’t find any cleats so I grabbed a pair of Kaeppas (yes, they had the double shoestrings) that were 3 sizes too big and looked like clown shoes.
Just as we were about to take the field, the alarm went off. Damn you Daylight Savings Time! I was about to whoop up on Art and a bunch of really good, fast, and in shape high school guys.
Please interpret what this means.
