J biggz and the swagmanian Devils

So recently I have embarked on an effort to expel some type of athletic activity. What this means is that my fat ass started playing flag football with a group of his drinking buddies and much more serious athletes. 

I am number 69 for obvious reasons

CMON out they said. It will be fun they said. At first it was, I had no clue what my out of shape ass was getting into. I'm thinking that these are gonna be games of "hee-haw" with the fuck around gang. Boy was I in over my head. The games are beyond fast paced and loaded with real athletes. Now I don't mean like guys that played on high school. I'm talking guys that excelled in the ncaa. 

The first week felt great but it took me almost a week to recover from me getting my ass beat. I even suffered a nice shin to shin contact that left my leg deformed in such a way that the ER docs didn't know what to make of it. Impressive right? 

One thing that this league has given me is the ability to see how long it takes me to bounce back from

Injury and games. A feeling I haven't felt in close to 9 years. 

There was a certain thrill that came along with playing on the offensive line. A place that I felt very comfortable and was good at until I became plagued with injuries. I really did miss the excitement and fun I had playing in the cold weather and just having fun on the team. 

The lessons I learned back then were something that I have taken with me and that I use everyday. Everyone has a job to do and we only reach success when everyone works together. The line, the quarterback, the backs, and receivers all need to keep each other in check or nothing is achieved. The same way the BLS, ALS, Chiefs, staff, engines, trucks, squads, and most importantly dispatch all need to be working on the same page in order to accomplish anything. 

I really do need to thank my parents for having me participate in team sports. They teach a valuable lesson that I think has faded Away over the course of generations. Growing up there was no participation trophy for losing. If you lost, you were the losers. It was simple. There was no pats on the back. You took what happened and you learned from it. Coach didn't say do better next time, you took initiative to watch the film and see what YOU did wrong and how YOU could learn from it. These people are usually identifies as those who will own up to their mistakes and learn from them. Something that many people cannot do, they simply look to point fingers elsewhere. 

I guess what I am saying is that im glad to be back on the field. No matter how much it hurts in the end.