Reporting From Glendale, California.
My mom is a persistent woman.
After the swimming class disaster, she enrolled me in a sports league during my middle school years, where we played soccer, baseball, and football. FOOTBALL. Not touch football. But TACKLE FOOTBALL. Christ. LOOK AT ME. I WEIGH 50 POUNDS. This was perhaps a subconscious preemptive strike against any possible sexual deviance that may have been lying dormant inside me, just waiting to spring forward ferociously. Like a crack whore down at the bowery.
I remember getting tackled a lot. But my greatest and most painful injury was during football practice when some kid gave be a head butt (was his name Zidane?), which resulted in a bump on my forehead that swelled to the size of a Third World nation.
By the way, the amount of pledges for my charity are now at $383.92. Can we get it up to $400 today please?
This entry was written during Blogathon 2006 (held from Saturday, July 29, 2006, 6:00 a.m., through Sunday, July 30, 2006, 6:00 a.m.) in support of Bread for the Journey. A total of $383.92 has been raised so far. You can still pledge money RIGHT NOW through Monday, July 31, 2006. Sponsor this event by clicking here RIGHT NOW. And here are full details about my involvement in this event.