Channeling … me:
When I was kid back in the Paleolithic Age, we used to play sandlot football after school. My group of thug friends chose sides, and the mayhem began. We played tackle without equipment - accompanied by bloody noses, bruised knees, and bumps on the head. It was a blast.
Ummm … well … yeah … I don’t remember playing much after PB had to stop the game because he didn’t know where he was. But it was good while it lasted.
Don’t even get me started about what we called “The Game”. It was tackle football … without the ball … on a hillside steep enough to ride your target down like a toboggan.
The quote is from this Bill O’Reilly piece, although I’m not recommending you read the whole thing.