Anybody interested in pickup football Thanksgiving morning???

Axl_sued_me

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It's what we call the annual turkey bowl. We will be playing at Memorial Park at around 10:30am. We can always use more people.

PM me if interested.

 
okay, i got your pm, Im totally in. my preggo girlfriend said thanks but she thinks she'll sit this one out. i told her everyone always likes a few good linemen. that didnt go over so well. ill be the guy in the white 4 door chevy.

im hoping for something like this...
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If I was in the area I'd be all over that. We played games like this when I was on the Sheriff's Office after work once a month. We got banned from being able to play anymore by the administration because we were hurting each other pretty badly. Touch went from tackle and with a bunch of **** swinging cops around it was only a matter of time before the a$$ beatings began. One guy got a seperated shoulder, another guy tore his knee up pretty bad, and I got a few cracked ribs out of the deal. It was awesome though............... :)

 
Sorry guys the Lear is in the shop; maybe next year. :)

GBR

I thought that kinda died out in the 70-80's or did I just get too old? :lol:

We used to play softball in the snow also and paint the ball orange :)

I was a much better baseball player than football.. I was too small for football so I tried making up for it by being slow. :star

 
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Is it B.Y.O.O.T.? (Bring your own oxygen tank)
No, but it is B.Y.O.J.S. (Bring Your Own Jock Strap)

thats the thing you wear on your head, right?

and rawhide, folks from my highschool have held one for as as long as i can remember. im almost 10 years removed though, and not many people i actually knew showed up last year. i got the feeling a majority of 19-20 year olds there wanted nothing to do with some creep looking like a midget ed norton from american history x. so if im not going to know who im hitting, i might as well go try to hit some random internet people ;)

 
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Sounds awesome. Reminds me of the last time I played with some friends...

We had this one HUGE white kid who was built like a rhino and looked like Lurch from the Addams Family. He appeared to be scatterbrained, dim-witted or... retarded, I guess. Anyway... my best friend picked this guy up in his truck and the first things the kid said was "....I'M COLD" and then... silence. He always had this cross-eyed expression on his face and always hollered two words and nothing else.

After a while we got everybody who was coming assembled to pick teams, Lurch stands there and hollers "....GOTTA PEE". We all turned around to see Lurch squatting down on one knee and pulling his little wayner out of the bottom of his shorts... and begin pissing on the ground. Most of us pointed unbelievably while other people just busted out with laughter. Lurch looked confused at us while he pissed, wondering why people were laughing at him... as if squatting down and pissing in front of everybody was a normal thing to do.

Well as the game progressed, we were really hitting eachother hard. There was this one big buff black dude named Trevallis who had a Dallas Cowboy jersey on and he was hurting almost everybody in the game. His tackles were clean and professional but he was so big and strong that they hurt when he collided with you. He had a gimp knee though so he wasn't too fast... just fast enough. He was really cool too.

I was mostly a running back the whole game because I am a fast runner. Trevallis had a bullseye on my arse the whole game but he only caught me twice. The last time he caught me unblocked and flipped me end-over-end and rattled the crap out of me. So on this next play, my friend Cody (the QB) wanted me to run down one side of the field away from Trevallis. We snapped the ball and I fricken took off as best as I could to get away from that guy.

I got to the corner and looked aside to see this huge 300lb. muscle-head (Trevallis) bull-rushing right after me. It felt like I was slowing down or he was catching up in those few seconds. I dunno how but out of the corner of my eye I saw him LEAP at me like a Superman tackle... and I screamed pretty loud. By some grace of God, I tucked in my a$$ and high-stepped faster while arching my back in. This guy barely misses me by INCHES when I did that... caught nothing but air and hit the dirt.

I was still trying to run in this position when he hit the dirt, which made me wobble and fall out of bounds.

Trevallis got up and went over to me, covered in dirt and grass stains and picked me up with a hand-pull. But when he pulled my arm, it was so hard I almost got thrown off my feet again. He and the other guys laughed at me and pointed to my back. I pulled on my Husker jersey to notice some mud on my sholder.

It was Lurch's piss. :facepalm:

 
Sounds awesome. Reminds me of the last time I played with some friends...

We had this one HUGE white kid who was built like a rhino and looked like Lurch from the Addams Family. He appeared to be scatterbrained, dim-witted or... retarded, I guess. Anyway... my best friend picked this guy up in his truck and the first things the kid said was "....I'M COLD" and then... silence. He always had this cross-eyed expression on his face and always hollered two words and nothing else.

After a while we got everybody who was coming assembled to pick teams, Lurch stands there and hollers "....GOTTA PEE". We all turned around to see Lurch squatting down on one knee and pulling his little wayner out of the bottom of his shorts... and begin pissing on the ground. Most of us pointed unbelievably while other people just busted out with laughter. Lurch looked confused at us while he pissed, wondering why people were laughing at him... as if squatting down and pissing in front of everybody was a normal thing to do.

Well as the game progressed, we were really hitting eachother hard. There was this one big buff black dude named Trevallis who had a Dallas Cowboy jersey on and he was hurting almost everybody in the game. His tackles were clean and professional but he was so big and strong that they hurt when he collided with you. He had a gimp knee though so he wasn't too fast... just fast enough. He was really cool too.

I was mostly a running back the whole game because I am a fast runner. Trevallis had a bullseye on my arse the whole game but he only caught me twice. The last time he caught me unblocked and flipped me end-over-end and rattled the crap out of me. So on this next play, my friend Cody (the QB) wanted me to run down one side of the field away from Trevallis. We snapped the ball and I fricken took off as best as I could to get away from that guy.

I got to the corner and looked aside to see this huge 300lb. muscle-head (Trevallis) bull-rushing right after me. It felt like I was slowing down or he was catching up in those few seconds. I dunno how but out of the corner of my eye I saw him LEAP at me like a Superman tackle... and I screamed pretty loud. By some grace of God, I tucked in my a$$ and high-stepped faster while arching my back in. This guy barely misses me by INCHES when I did that... caught nothing but air and hit the dirt.

I was still trying to run in this position when he hit the dirt, which made me wobble and fall out of bounds.

Trevallis got up and went over to me, covered in dirt and grass stains and picked me up with a hand-pull. But when he pulled my arm, it was so hard I almost got thrown off my feet again. He and the other guys laughed at me and pointed to my back. I pulled on my Husker jersey to notice some mud on my sholder.

It was Lurch's piss. :facepalm:
LMAO!!!!! :laughpound :laughpound :laughpound

 
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