Redeemer has indoor touch football intramurals. They're going on in the gym this March. When you have a body type like mine and you quit your highly physical job to study, keeping active is incredibly important, and if you're easily bored the way I am, sometimes the treadmill just doesn't do it for you. Competitive touch football can. The league is known as the ReDeemA Rough Royals Indoor Touch Football League. Unfortunately that's not a typo, and the part of me that wants to eventually make a living with my writing is struggling not to lambast these people for spelling Redeemer like that, but I'm going to let it slide for the time being, because the games are fun and the jocks that run them are really nice. The word jock is a little bit antiquated, but entirely applicable in the case of one of the guys running these games, Josh Erikson. Josh is a jock, through and through. I almost never see him outside of the weight room, and I'm relatively certain that he's some sort of jock vampire and that if he ever does leave, he'll melt.
I've gotten along with Erikson and his jock friends the way I never did with the jocks in high school. I'm pretty sure it has at least something to do with the fact that I'm now dealing with grownups, but I think there's more to it than that. We make a big deal out of social mobility on this blog, and while I haven't had the on-campus familial experiences that Shailene has, I have noticed that Redeemer's student body doesn't demand that everybody belong to one and only one of those archetypal social groups the way my old high school did. This place doesn’t run on stereotypes, and so I don’t have to be a jock to enjoy touch football. And I do very much enjoy touch football. Or…I did.
The human foot is a delicate, beautiful creation of Our Lord. It has 26 bones in it. It also has 33 joints, 107 ligaments, and 19 muscles. I mention this because on Monday, I was at a Tae Kwon Do Club meeting doing some light sparring, when my delicate and beautiful creation of Our Lord collided with the rudimentary mass of unrelenting bone and cartilage that was my opponent’s elbow. As one might guess, it was not the elbow that came out of this encounter worse for the wear. I’m pretty sure at least one of those 26 bones in my foot is broken, and sadly, this may mean that my touch football career is over. It was fun while it lasted.
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