Reason number twenty-five is as American as apple pie, tossing the ol’ pigskin around. Men who are men wait eagerly for the season of football to arrive, whether it is the NFL, college, or high school, we all love the game we grew up playing and/or watching. With this, it creates an inner desire to run around and pretend like we can still play the real “football”, the game that uses an oval shaped leather wrapped ball with random seams hish-hashed across the top.
Come September it is inevitable you pick up that trusty rawhide pill and head to the park with some friends to drop dimes. Wobbly passes soon become spirals and you make your routes as tight as a hickory stick (completely fake saying), or so you try. You let your hands gain the feel for catching the ball and soon enough you will be running around playing 7 on 7 and pulling a muscle or tweaking something because you are now old and out of shape. However, you will never stop heading out during halftime of a game and getting a little sweat on throwing around the football, it is one of the many joys of life in September and one that is looked forward to every year.
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