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.