For the last three weeks, Liz has been cheering on a flag football team from the sideline of the BYU Intramural Sports Field on University Avenue.
Liz is there because her husband plays on Team 24, a rag tag group of “athletes” who continue to live out their sports dreams on the turf. They are Team 24 because they were not able to come up with a team name and they were, coincidentally the 24th team to sign up to play.
Football in February and March can be a chilling experience. By chilling, I don’t mean Scream, Scream 2, Scream 3, or Scream Not Another One! I mean cold. Freezing cold. Liz prepares for the games by wearing layers and goose down. She carries a camp chair onto the sideline, wraps herself in a blanket, puts on a hoodie over her hat and nestles into the chair like a bolt of tightly wrapped flannel fabric.
Her husband doesn’t do anything really spectacular on the field. “I saw you almost make that catch, honey, and then run towards that…goalmark….linedown…thing but they called it back because of a…foul” Liz compensates for the lack of action by playing Angry Birds.
After the game, she waits for our team to talk about the game. Sometimes we discuss strategy. Sometimes we talk about the refs. Mostly, we talk about why we lost. Team 24 is 1-3. We lost twice to teams that had one fewer player than we did.
Playoffs start next week. I’m predicting we get moved to the Lower Division. Barring snow, rain, work, or an invitation to do ANYTHING with her friends (Please friends! Call me SOON. -Liz) Liz will probably be there.
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