A few weeks ago, my roommates and I decided to go play football at the park. Now, if you don’t know me, I can play football like Michael Jordan plays baseball. In other words, I am awesome!

Anyway, we got to the park and it was time to pick teams. I knew that I was going to be picked first. However, my roommates decided to make everyone feel good about themselves and made me the last pick.

They must’ve heard of my reputation, because the made the unprecedented move of making me “all-time quarterback.” Yeah, I know. So anyway, there I was, slinging passes left and right, scoring touchdown after touchdown and I found my team up 98-7.

On one particular play, I hiked the ball, and dropped back to pass. This play was, undeniably, going to result in another touchdown. Like any great QB, I scanned the field looking for an open receiver. After finding one, I cocked back my arm ready to pass when my other roommate, who had counted the requisite 5 Mississippi’s and was rushing me, stuck his arm up to block the pass. My arm went forward with incredible force and the ball went flying. My thumb, however slammed into my roommates arm.

I am pretty sure the play resulted in another touchdown, but the pain was great. I was immediately sure that I had broken my thumb, but being the gamer I am, I coolly said, “let’s keep going.” But my roommates, fearing for my health, decided to call the game at that point. I protested but my protests fell on deaf ears. They demanded I see a doctor, but I didn’t want to mess with all that, so I just stuck a bag of frozen peas around my thumb and went about my day.

Now my roommate wants to write something which I will allow him to post without actually reading it myself.

Hi, I am Andy’s roommate. We went and played football a few weeks ago after many months of him telling us, “We should go play football, cuz I am awesome!” We finally gave in and decided we’d go play at the park. After we arrived at the park, he insisted on picking teams, even though there were only 5 of us. He kept saying that he was awesome at quarterback so we made him all time quarterback.

I don’t think he really knew what it meant to be all-time quarterback because he kept saying his team was ahead even though he was quarterback for both teams. And he kept making up scores like “Hey, we’re up 84-21” and then two plays later he would say “That makes 91-0, us!”

He had a big weakness though. Even though we only had 2 defensive players to guard 2 receivers, we would rush one guy because he would immediately toss the ball straight in the air at the sight of somebody coming towards him. God bless him though, as he threw the ball he would always say, “here comes another touchdown!”

On one play he threw the ball up in the air and happened to glance my arm in the process. We had to quit after that because he kept screaming “You broke my finger!” and “I can’t continue playing, it hurts so bad!”

I don’t even remember feeling his hand hit my arm, but oh, well, I guess we had fun.