Every year, on the Friday after Thanksgiving, our church plays football in the annual "Turkey Bowl." Instead of standing in line at the mall for the sales, we try to break each other apart. I haven't played the last couple of years for various reasons like work, but I didn't have to worry about that this year. We had about 50 people show up, so we divided into 5 teams. 5 leaders were chosen, and we had a good ol' fashioned playground draft. Remember those? Back in grade school, these were the worst times of my life.
Yesterday, I was picked first.
As we played the games, I didn't fulfill the high expectations that come with being the #1 draft pick (of course), but who cares about the details. I'M NUMBER ONE, BIATCH!
Each team played a total of 4 games, round-robin style. Our team's record at the end of the day: 1-3. Hey, it's our rebuilding season.
I had fun, and I have an aching body today to prove it. I'm sure the majority of the kids did too. Except the girls. And some jr high kids. Hey if you can catch the ball maybe they would throw the ball to you more often, eh? I keed, I keed.
Speaking of jr high kids, they held a special teacher's appreciation banquet for us last night. Us teachers had very low expectations as we went, but it turned out great and we had a lot of fun. The kids served us dinner (that was brought by us), entertained us with song and dance, did impersonations of us (I was the easy target), and signed posters and gave us PANSUH! Nothing says "appreciation" more than SpongeBob Squarepants boxers. Thanks kids, I love it!
Being a teacher has been very difficult, but I guess times like these make it worthwhile. Now if only they would pay attention in bible study...