After running the 5k this morning, I drove out to Medford to Camp Ockanickon where I've been playing a camp alumni football game every year for the better part of a decade.
We played old guys (of which I was the oldest) vs. young guys while the girls stood on the sidelines chatting. We used to play full-on tackle, but camp has gotten worried about the possibility of injuries and makes us play touch now. Football is obviously not my forte, so I'm happy to catch the ball a few times and score a touchdown or two.
The real reason for spending the day playing a sport I'm not good at is to head out for beer and wings afterwards. We usually go to a small Piney bar where they serve enormous bowls of wings and cheap beers.
Today we sat right by the giant TV screen playing the Auburn - Alabama game and proceeded to gorge ourselves on meat and pitchers of PBR. It doesn't get much better than that in my book.