Fancy Football

When I was a kids the only time I ever wore a dress was for church. It took major convincing to get me to where a dress for school. There was one particular day when my dad was successful, I really have no idea to the reason why anymore. It was this peach colored dress with a white doily looking collar, (I don’t know how to describe it, and in the 5th grade who cares anyway). I had these dainty looking little white shoes on, so not fitting my personality. Every recess the boys would always play touch football with our teacher Mr. Hutchinson (until someone broke his arm anyway). I usually played with them. Today was no different, though a number of them scoffed as I walked up in this frufru dress claiming I wanted to play. I have no idea what Mr. Hutchinson was thinking, he was good at poker faces, and agreed that I could play if I wanted to. Needless to say that boys think girls can’t play football and I was usually avoided anyway, but today in a dress I was especially scorned.

Finally I had my big moment, I was wide open and the football was flying through the air. I jumped up and snatched that ball, kicked off my shoes and took of running. I think those poor boys were so surprised by the peach blur not many thought to come after me. So here I was, barefoot, running down the field with my mudsplattered dress flapping around me. There were a number of boys who made a valiant effort, but I just cruised into the touchdown zone without giving them a thought. I threw down the ball in the true touchdown victory, jumping in the air and celebrating.

It should just figure that the only time I ever did make a touchdown was when I was wearing a dress. Oh, by the way, I think my teacher just shook his head and laughed, and boy did he and I have fun rubbing it in the boys faces that a girl in a dress ran them into the ground.


Filed under Goofs, Humor, Personal History, Youth

6 responses to “Fancy Football

  1. nice blog ,good work ,keep blogging

  2. i think we might be kin. the only way i’d agree to dresses as a kid (my father was a preacher dude, so we had to look all… preacher dude kid like) was if i could wear jeans or shorts beneath them. heh. shorts worked well, but jeans? not so much.

  3. I went to a very small elementary school, and sometimes in sheer desperation the girls and boys sought each other out for schoolyard games. One time the boys (all six of them) had a football and the girls kind of clustered to one side, trying to negotiate a game. One boy was holding the ball and tossed it in my direction. Instinctively I caught it and clutched it to my body. He got a funny look on his face and proclaimed, “Hey, she can catch!” (Sorry, my proud athletic moments are so few…and this, sadly, is one of them.)

  4. I have a football story I feel I need to share now. It also involves showing up a boy! I could just picture you running down the field with your dress flapping in the breeze behind you.

  5. I did play flag football once… the boys agreed to let me play, till I tackled one of em’ and accidentally hit him in the groin with my knee. I was never permitted to play after that. Oops!

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