The Second Coming

So, nothing celestial, unless its our game playing. (For me, at least) It is the second season of Flag Football. Can we say, A-Ma-Zing. If my future job does not offer a flag football team, I'll be very sad. In fact, that might be a question I ask on my next call back, "what kind of intramural sports do you offer?"

But really, we have an awesome team. Its the basic team from last year, mainly 3Ls, one 2L, and a few friends who happen to be awesome at sports. Tonight was our first game, and we won-almost like BYU v. UCLA, but only if UCLA got a pity touchdown. We have matching shirts this year, displaying our team name and motto: BLACKACRE BLITZ: We own you...In Fee Simple (yes we are huge law nerds). My contribution was the facepaint. Here we are pre game. And can I say Debbie is like Dara Torres, giving inspiration to all preggo women out there. You too can be amazing at flag football!

YEAH! Flag Football is awesome. Check out how ready Marie is to dominate! But can I say that the rules seem to have changed...like the no tackling rule... I was totally tackled tonight! I'm not sure what position exactly I play. I know I am a few feet back from the line, center, and I concentrate on what the QB does (any helpers out there?) Anyways, tonight I intercept the ball when I feel myself being pushed, and a few feet later, under 3 girls in red shirts. I'm sorry, all I thought you had to do was pull my flags off... oh well, I love battle wounds! My entire right side is a little sore from their bony bodies crashing on me, and I bled a little after grabbing a flag (don't tell the refs).

Enjoy this image. And be afraid of Blackacre Blitz, because we really do own you, but not in a slave kind of way, but more like we're-going-to-beat-you-and-pull-your-pants-down kind of way.