Alright, let me begin this blog entry with a few reservations. One, it's been quite awhile since I have written anything and you want to come back with a furry or at least start with a bang. Second, once you start, you're supposed to keep going, right? Maybe the reason I haven't put anything down on paper (or Macintosh screen) has more to do with a fear of becoming blogged down then it does the absence of thoughts and ideas. Maybe I am just lazy and need to get going again. Last night may have helped me turn the corner.

Last night I was coaching my son, Jared's, football team of several 7th graders. I have always loved sports and growing up, I was actively involved playing any sport I could get around. Football was one of my favorites. Now with a son who is also interested in the gridiron, I thought it worth the time to be an assistant coach and work with these young athletes.

Last night I was running a quarterback/receiver drill when my age caught up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. I was trying to demonstrate how to properly run a post pattern to the receivers. They weren't getting it, so I told the quarterback to run it through with me being the receiver. I ran out my five steps and cut left across the middle and he let go of the ball. I was running at a pretty good clip but not fast enough to catch up with the much overthrown ball. I reached out for it and my foot slipped on the wet grass. I couldn't catch myself and fell right onto my shoulder, full tilt. Ouch! OUCH! Pain shot through my entire arm and shoulder. I got up quickly thinking I could shake it off, but the pain got worse and worse. Someone asked me to explain the pain. Ok, here goes. Jam 6 long knitting needles into your shoulder all at the same time and then simultaneously twist them until you throw up. That's close.

The rest of the night was a reminder of the fact that I am not a 7th grader, or even younger anymore. I now also know why coaches have whistles and white boards to draw plays out upon. I iced it, took painkillers and tried to sleep. Today I awoke to more wonderfully excruciating pain and thought to myself, "you need to take up new hobbies, because the old ones aren't working so well anymore." Thus, this blog.

I think I might be safer writing than catching and while there is the risk of an occasional slip of the tongue, It's not quite as painful as my slip ended up being. I am not saying it's time to admit that I am "old", but a time to realize that the only "post route" I need to be running is a regular post online.

So here we go everybody, ready.....set.......write!