In my wildest dreams the last thing I thought I would do during my trip was to play football on Thanksgiving Day in Brooklyn, NY. My Brother In Law Charles plays every year. Charles suprised me in how athletic he was. At 42 he has an outisde chance to suit up on Sundays in the NFL.
Before the game started everyone showed love to each other with handshakes and hugs. I blended in like I was one of them. Not one person treated me like I was from out of town. In the south you hear rumors about how unfriendly New Yorkers can be. It was a great display of hope for each other. All I saw was black on black time.
After the hugs and hellos it was game time. Touch Football with a Tackle Football feel. The rules were simple, it’s touch but if you get a chance to knock someone off their feet through a block or by preventing them from catching the ball by all means do it.
Our team lost 7 touchdowns to 4. Charles scored 1 touchdown and had 1 interception. I had 2 catches that both went for firstdowns. We lost our momentum when Charles went out injured. Charles went for a pass and ran his thigh into a pole. Yes a pole. The playing field was a school playground that still had basketball goals up.
After the game I ate like a grown man and slept like a baby. This is what you are supposed to do on Thanksgiving Day.
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