This is a month late in posting, but here you go.
Every Thanksgiving weekend the ex-pats in our church organize the Turkey Bowl - i.e., a bunch of guys past their prime and a few kids just approaching theirs throwing a football around.
I was out on the first play. The QB yelled hike, and my left leg slipped out from underneath me on a patch of mud and I pulled a groin muscle. I wasn't the first to be injured, but I was the quickest.
I spent the rest of the game with the kids on the sidelines. It's been a month since the game and I still don't like climbing stairs.
There's a part of my brain that is convinced I'm still 19-years-old, and I'm not sure I can get it to listen.