I'm slowly recovering from a
ridiculously intense co-ed flag football tournament we played in on Saturday. 9 teams competing with 6 girls on the field at all times. We played from 11am-7pm and we
WoN the whole stinking tournament.
I had two touchdowns, one 2-pt conversion and one interception.
I couldn't walk Sunday. I hurt more than the day after my marathon, I now know what it must feel like to be 95 years old. I couldn't move without
whimpering. But it was so worth it, even won money! $500 bucks!

You can see my bum knee is this pic. One dude dislocated his shoulder (eek!) and Shaun (
who's laying down) sprained his ankle pretty bad about 15 minutes after I took this pic.

My pinkie finger is all nasty purple and was about the size of a sausage for a couple of days. But oh it was so fun. It made me have a new appreciation for "real" football players when we watched the games on Sunday, I hurt for them.