at a counselor meeting last week at church, i was chosen to be the captain for the adult team that will take on a team of youth on Super Bowl Sunday in a game of flag football. it wasn’t really something i lobbied for, but mainly was looked at and asked “so we need a captain, will you do it?” i sent out an email last night to the people who have signed up and explained a little of what we’re going to do, and what our expectations should be (WIN!). tomorrow night it’s supposed to get down to 31 degrees, but we’re going to have practice starting at 7:30. i told the team that if they didn’t want to get out on the frozen tundra, that would be okay.

i talked with my friend Brett this afternoon about what we could do, and how we could apply some real football ideas to the game in a couple of weeks. i think we have a good plan, so hopefully tomorrow night we’ll figure out who can play what position, and we’ll be able to get after drawing up plays and adapting schemes. i thought this year was the first year we were having this game, so i wanted to set a precedent, but apparently they’ve had a similar game before. last year apparently the adult team got blown out. not this year. the key to winning the game i think we be having a plan, like what plays to run and what defense to play. not sure how many parents will be playing, because right now i have a few people from my young adult SS class, one of which has jr high football playing experience. i’m confident we can pull it off, and i hope to get that message across to the team.

on my way home tonight i stopped off to buy a football. do you know there are multiple types of the same size football? i’m not talking 2 or 3. there were 8 or 10 different kinds. i had a suggestion from someone so i went with that one. but seriously, 10 different kinds of footballs? at the register i was behind a guy who was with his two sons. one of the sons wanted his dad to buy him some cold weather warm up gear. the dad refused and told him he was already at the register, plus he had some stuff at home for the kid to try on. the son didn’t like that, and started whining. he was like 13! his brother kind of shuttled him away, cause the dad was about to go off. i kind of looked at the football i was buying and tried to act like i was really interested in the box. i managed to avoid making eye contact with the dad after all that went down.