Fear and Loathing in Lafayette
Let’s back this blog up a bit. On the chance that we might be expanding our audience, I should probably reintroduce myself. At the age of 40 I decided to do the George Plimpton Paper Lion thing on a somewhat tamer level. In late May I went out for the Lafayette Lions, a semi-professional team out of the Mid States Football League. I couldn’t carry Plimpton’s jock as a writer, but I at least suspected I was a better athlete. Maybe not. New to blog world as well, I began documenting my experience here. Cue the trumpets… I am the Online Lion.
Early in the season, a few of the players I figured I could hang with had the good sense to quit the team. Old age, tender hamstrings, and a mellow instinct have not suited me well for the Lions. I’m the overdressed one on game days—full pads, helmet in hand, and gloves in that helmet. I don’t play much, but I have been in on some special teams where I’ve tried to get in the way of some folks. Practices aren’t the wind sprints and hit drills that I had feared, so I’ve managed to avoid serious injury. Still each Saturday, like this one, I try to figure out a pre-game routine that will somehow keep me injury and embarrassment free should I be called to the field.
I didn’t get piss drunk last night. Hydration, rather than dehydration, is the key. Coach says no ass the night before the game, so I’ll try and find me a woman this morning. Maybe I’ll cruise Wabash Avenue. I’ll start my novena at noon. I’ve got some nuns from St. Mary’s on a prayer circuit that started Thursday night. This afternoon: pasta, a Homedics Massager, hamstring stretches, and I’ll brush my teeth about five times (nervous habit).
Tonight we take on the Force of Illinois. I wonder if the coach dresses like that old man from Star Wars and their players as an assortment of other characters. “Watch Princess Leah on the quick out!” If we played a team outfitted like a Star Trek convention I know we’d kick their asses.
Approaching midseason the Lions, who played in the championship game last year, are a surprising 1 and 2. But lots of hearts were on display last week. Our boys scored 21 straight points in the third and fourth quarters to take a 27-26 lead. The team from Kankakee ultimately made a few more big plays and took the game 32-27. After the game both teams genuflected around midfield in a mix of black and white jerseys. Ernest Calloway (one of ours) led thanksgiving prayers for the clean, injury-free game. He may have missed his calling. Ernest talks all game long and in the quiet first half you could hear his banter all the way up in the sparse stands.
But I’m truly thankful, too. I don’t check in with God too much, but I’m happy to be relatively healthy and even a cleat-wearing observer of a younger man’s game. Big ups to God.