Bottom Ten Football

Tired of all the horrendous beat downs, Iron PAX challenges, and general elder abuse inflicted upon the PAX and YHC by our F3 brethen, YHC decided to schedule a fun day as my Q. In honor of the local kitty kat’s win yesterday, which saw passes actually completed downfield, YHC borrowed an authentic Jake Delhomme signed junior pigskin and away we went.

No FNG’s present, so no disclaimer.

11 SSH (IC). Mosey. 22 for the vets. (FYI-Never, ever, ever google merkin). Mosey. 33 Squats (count right leg only). Mosey. 44 Lunges (count each leg). Mosey to soccer field. 55 Moroccan Night Clubs (IC).

We split into two teams of 5 to play frisbee rules football. One team’s talent level, to be polite, was historically unevenly matched. Think Buffalo Bills in their four Super Bowls versus the NFC East.  Clemson versus Alabama last year. App State versus UNC Saturday.  It got ugly. Quickly. Passes were completed. Whose guy was that? Passes were dropped. Sorry, my bad. Sun got in my eyes. Balls hit the ground. However, the valiant underdogs rallied to within respectability and by scoring last, kept Def Leppard’s winning streak intact. Best yet, no one went to the ER or IR.

Mosey back to shovel flag. Wait, after booth review, there was no flag. Penalty free game. Q fail no flag. Face an imaginary flag and pledge.

Prayer requests for Def Leppard’s wife and pretty sure there were unspoken ones in the group.

Upcoming races: JJ5K, Ragnar, Christmastown, Santa Hustle.

YHC took us out in prayer.

Today was my F3 three year anniversary. Man, oh man. Where did the time go? Posts. Q’s. CSAUP’s. Convergences. Roosters.  Burpeethons. 50 mile relays. 200 mile relays. Warrior Dashes. Spartan. Ragnars. Christmas parties. 5K’s. 10K’s. Speed for Need.  Wouldn’t of done any of these without the love and support from my F3 brothers. Truly humbled and honored to be a part of this group.