One of my guys has been playing indoor soccer this winter at the Virginia Beach Field House. When we first entered the field house I was completely blown away. There were kids of all ages playing basketball, soccer and volleyball, all in the same building. Moreover, there were men of all ages playing indoor flag football – something I did not even know existed.
Sure, I remember flag football as a kid. Although I was horrible in sports and was the last to be picked for everything , flag football was something I didn’t necessarily dread. The guys playing at the field house looked like the aging jocks from high school. So this is where they end up! Some have remained amazingly fit while others are sporting expanding guts paired with hairier body parts. Either way, these guys are out there and having fun.
I want to play flag football! At 45, I absolutely want to get out on that field and play. Unfortunately, even if they have an aging ladies team – WITH expanding guts paired with hairier body parts – my schedule would not allow for such folly. But in my head, I know I could play, and play well!
When one of the football games was over, a team huddled on the sidelines to discuss the game.
“It’s OK! It’s OK! This was only our first game! We’ll do better next time! “
In unison: “Yea! Yea!”
“We are a new team and we just have to play a bit more together. We’ll get them next time!”
“Now, let’s go out and drink some beer!”
Weekend warriorism is alive and well and living in Hampton Roads. And I think that’s cool!