My friend “conned” me into to signing up for Powder Puff football this year. I hate football.
Gasp! I know it’s cool for women to love football, and even understand what “offsides” means, but I guess I’m not cool.
Last night was our first practice.
Long story short- I got hit in the schnoz once and my pants nearly fell down to my ankles every time I ran. It’s no wonder that I ran the 40 in 7.2 seconds while other teammates came in at 6 seconds and below. I was too busy holding up my drawers. Oh, and I’m slow.
Today I feel as if I did the entire P90x program and then headed to work as a Lowe’s heavy appliance delivery man.
Lord Jesus, it’s a fire.
In my quads.
I assume the “powder” in Powder Puff represents BC. Or Goody’s. Whichever works best for you.
The game is next weekend. I can assure you that it will supply an entertaining/ embarrassing blog post at that time.
See you tomorrow, Nablopomo.
I love that you play Powder Puff. You are such a rock star.
Ha! Not quite, but thank you! I can throw my elbows into someone, so I guess that’s all I need to know on the line.