Pain in places I didn't know I had.

Football is fun. Even if I found out AFTER scoring that the elaborate celebration dance Jamie insisted on showing me was NOT in fact a required part of the game. And that after about thirty minutes, the concept of *FLAG* football becomes lost in the desire to dogpile the smallest guy on the field (guess who THAT was!) for which I am thankful that at least Mr. Marko didn't participate. My ribs are turning a nice shade of purple and yellow right about now.

And then I come back and one of my suitemates is a bit more hairy and quadripedal than when I saw him last. And somehow bruises seem a lot more fun.

Good game.