I didn't have anything better to do, and I was pretty curious about seeing what it would be like, so I told him I'd be there. The next day I wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but I was somewhat surprised with the turn out. There were maybe two Americans and the rest were Israelis. There definitely was a little "Bad News Bears" about them, but at the same time there were a few guys with some potential. Perhaps the funniest thing was that when everyone was split up into different positions I was sent to the running backs group. Actually, I don't know what is funnier, that I practiced with the running backs or that I was actually pretty good. Who knows maybe my real talents were wasted through out high school. Not to mention, I don't know if I would stand much of a chance against there line men, who were all at least two of me put together.
It wasn't particularly serious, they only practice about 2 times a week, but that actually works out well for me since I only get out of the army every now and then. The whole way home I couldn't help but think how it reminded me of a book I read recently by John Grisham, Playing for Pizza. About American Football in Italy, and how the players aren't payed but receive free pizza and beer after each game from one of the players who owns a restaurant.
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You are definately are not at your old fighting weight!
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