Turkey Bowl 2007

Every Thanksgiving my dad's side of the family plays a "friendly" game of football. We call this glorious event, The Turkey Bowl(TB). It always starts of as a great game of comradery, and ends in injuries, broken hearts, and despair. This year was no exception.

It started off like every other TB. I wake up at 11:45 when the games starts at 12. I get there at 12:15 with the cones and hardly anyone is there on time. This includes my uncle Pablo who has the flags and the bottled waters. Uncle Pablo gets there around 12:45. We argue for a half hour about who is on who's team. We finally choose and put on our respective colored bibs. We start the game some where around 1:15.

Kick off and we already see everyone beginning to get winded, not from playing but from arguing about teams. 10 minutes into the game everyone is winded but I am still doing fine. I feel invincible. I am always on the line putting great pressure on the quarterback and blowing right pass my cousin. we will call him "Fish". Fish gets noticeably frustrated with me because I am taunting him every time I pass him.

Despite my greatest efforts however, we are down in touchdowns. My other cousin who is on my team, we will call him "Gogey", takes the ball and scores a touchdown which ties the game. And he decides to celebrate by throwing up his combination of red bull and redline on the field(side not: none of those liquids are red, and they come out orange in puke).

We get the ball back later in the game and we throw an interception. I turn to get the flag from the one who caught the ball. As I turn I see a shadow cast over me. As I finish the turn I am greeted with a friendly elbow to the face. I fly back and roll twice. I look up and there is Fish, glowing in his triumph. I deserved it.

Overall, it was a great TB.