so i went in for a mini trip to amman this weekend. for what reason you ask? to play flag football against a bunch of marines. because i am capable of doing that.
in fact, i found out that i am not. there is a flag football league for the americans in jordan that takes place every year. there are teams from the embassy, the marines, the department of defense, etc. and the peace corps. needless to say we are a little out of place in the league. none of us get to play any sports in the village, and, speaking only for myself here, just sit around and get fat most of the time. this was the second game of the season, and the first that i participated in. aside from the fight to get over my long-developed reflex to only use my feet when playing (the best) sport, i had to fight over my more newly developed reflex to sit down and take a tea break after more than 5 minutes of any work. i'm pretty sure i'm mostly dead right now, and possibly have broken both ankles. how was it that i used to play five or six hours of soccer a day.? i am really excited about the next game though, there really is just nothing better than some good old fashioned competition. if you can even call a 40-something to nothing score competition. anyway i had a lot of fun, and got to frolic in the sun in shorts (sort of, i felt the need to wear long spandex under them) and a tee-shirt. yay.
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Remember to not give ground to them. They can't run you over or it is a penalty. Just grab the flag when you get close. And stomp the flag in to the ground for good measure. Let them know you are from Pittsburgh!
ugh. i miss you.
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