#touch football

[hooked-on-elvis]

ELVIS PRESLEY. (1) December 27, 1956. Playing touch football at the Dave Wells Community Center in Memphis. (2) Playing touch football in Hawaii, March 1977.

[midnight-roses-candy]

“Touch football” sounds way hornier as a sport than it is. Football where you touch your opponent? Where you finger them to make them drop the ball? Where you pin them down and softly rub their clit until they whimper for you? Where you stroke them, forcing them to cum on the ball?

[jhsharman]

Contact Sports

[thedaveandkimmershow]

We snapped one of our first selfies back when we were dating. A long, long time ago. We met, though, years before that moment. Maybe by even more than a decade.

To hear my mom tell it, Kimmer had her eye on me way way back in Sunday school. I think, though, that's just my mom retconning what's otherwise two high energy kids existing in proximity who naturally recognize members of their own ADHD tribe.

Now, neither of us went on to formal diagnoses but my boy scout troop leader did tell my mom I was "hyper".

She was not amused.

And there's no question I drove various grade school teachers to distraction with my behavior. Absolutely. My first grade, fifth grade, and sixth grade teachers especially, I won't lie.

I can't tell you what Kimmer's experience was, but I'm sure she wouldn't be surprised that she was characterized as high energy in polite company. By today's standards, she seemed an extrovert. She was definitely inquisitive, adventurous, confident, funny. She was quick. Pretty much all the kinds of things you have to be in order to keep getting into trouble at school.

So we were birds of a feather. And we did run in overlapping circles growing up in church.

My enduring memories of Kimmer are two-fold. First, a mental still photograph of her in my mind. It's a moment just outside the doors to the chapel at First United Methodist Church, the building with the dome next to the Columbia Tower on fifth between Marion and Columbia. I was with whoever I was with walking to the chapel for kids church when we turned the corner and there she was in front of the doors. My memory didn't capture why she was there, who she was waiting for. It just captured the image. She's wearing a white dress with faded pink crosshatches. She's smiling. Not at us... she's just smiling. 

The second memory's a later one, closer to high school, I think. It's more of a video memory with motion and sound. We're both at some youth event on the other side of Aurora Avenue from the Woodland Park Zoo. We're playing touch football and, at some point during the game she rips my shirt pocket off my, you know, shirt.

So that happened.

Followed by accusations, protestations, deflections and so on.

Of course.

There are other memories we share growing up. But in general I think that's just what they are: shared memories. Not necessarily ones focused on each other (unless my mom was right about Kimmer from the very beginning, of course 😉). Otherwise, we share memories of youth group, of dances, of overnight conferences (lots of stories from the one in particular), as well as the boys and girls choirs we were in plus that dance group I think she was in. 

All 'n all...

Just a coupla high energy kids growing up in proximity like particles in a particle accelerator speeding in opposite directions along the same circular path.

Or something.

Anyway...

We snapped maybe our first selfie the old fashioned way in a fun house mirror when we were dating.

It was a long, long time ago...

But we've known each other much longer ago than that.

☺️❤️❤️❤️

[biscuitsnow]

[didyousaykfc]

Ok I don’t know if anyone else here is watching the Touch World Cup but PLEASE go and watch Philippines vs Scotland Mixed Opens!!!!! I was screaming at my phone throughout the whole match 😭😩

[oh-dear-so-queer]

In fact, the number of queer folks I'd already met in Katherine had come as a surprise. Several of my colleagues at the high school were queer, and the weeknight touch footy competitions were full of RAAF lesbians from the nearby Tindal Air Base slapping each other's arses and holding hands after the game.

"In/Out: A Scandalous Story of Falling Into Love and Out of the Church" - Steph Lentz

[headcentaur]

A Beginner’s Guide to Netball in Singapore: Rules, Basics, and Equipment

Netball is a great option if you’re searching for an exciting team sport to participate in in the energetic city of Singapore. In addition to being an exciting and competitive game, netball promotes friendship, cooperation, and physical health. The fundamentals of netball in Singapore, such as the regulations, fundamental strategies, top netball clubs in Singapore, and a look at the competitive Singapore Netball Team, will all be covered in this beginner’s guide.

Understanding Netball: The Basics

What is Netball?

Played on a rectangular court between two teams of seven players, netball is an exciting team sport. The primary objective is to score points by kicking the ball into the goal post, which is the opponent’s net. Netball is unique because of its clearly defined player positions and regulations, which make it a very strategic game.

In netball, players cooperate together to move around the court with accurate shooting, deft passes, and quick footwork. As defenders try to stop attackers from scoring, attackers try to get the ball closer to the opponent’s goal.

A key feature of netball is players must stay within designated court areas based on their positions, encouraging intricate passing and rapid decision-making. Unlike basketball, there’s no dribbling, emphasizing efficient passing and teamwork.

Netball is both physically demanding and mentally stimulating, requiring strategic positioning, quick thinking, and precise execution. This unique blend of athleticism, teamwork, and strategy has made netball a beloved sport that captivates players and fans alike.

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[hooked-on-elvis]

EP Playing Touch Football

This ripped shirt reminded me of something Jerry wrote in his book. I wonder if this shirt ended up ripping accidentally, with a random, non-directed pull (maybe E even ripped the shirt himself, somehow), or if the guys still gave El a harder time than they did the other players every time he played with them (I didn't notice any other guys with the torn clothes).

JERRY SCHILLING'S MEMORIES OF PLAYING FOOTBALL WITH ELVIS:

At one of our bigger games in the spring of 1955, we’d been playing for a while when a couple of very large men showed up and asked if they could get in the game. They explained that they were semipro players, had heard about the Elvis games, and wanted to be a part of it. The rest of us were not so eager to play with these big guys, but as far as Elvis was concerned, these players were stepping onto his turf and he wasn’t going to stand down. He wanted them in.

We worked out the teams again to include them and got set to play. On one of the first offensive drives, Elvis was taking a break from quarterbacking duties and was on the line blocking. When the ball was snapped, this 200-pound-plus semipro hit Elvis hard and ran right over him. Elvis took his time getting up — he was obviously a little shaken.

Now, we played tough at these games, with all-out effort, and we regularly knocked the hell out of each other. But the point was that everybody got knocked around — nobody ever specifically targeted Elvis. You wouldn’t think twice about hitting him if that’s the way the play went, but nobody was ever going out of their way to try to hurt him. From the look of that semipro player’s first hit, it seemed that maybe these guys weren’t so interested in playing ball for fun they were going to teach “Pretty Boy” Presley a lesson.

As we got back into a huddle, it was clear that Red West was furious. “I’ll take that son of a bitch out,” he said.

“No, Red,” said Elvis sharply. “Damn it, no. Just play the game.”

We ran a few more plays, and it was the same thing each time —Elvis got a tremendous hit from this charging rhino. But Elvis made a point of hopping up a little faster each time and just shaking it off. It got to a point where the day just didn’t feel like fun anymore. All the regular players were furious, and we were all telling Elvis that the game couldn’t go on like this, but he wouldn’t hear it. He wanted to play through. I found myself lined up next to Elvis, with the same big guy ready to charge at him again.

“Hit me from the left side,” said Elvis. “What?” asked the rhino. “Hit me from the left side.” “Why?” “I got a few bones over there that ain’t broke yet,” said Elvis.

The big guy started laughing, and by the time the ball was snapped he was laughing hard enough that he didn’t have the strength to steam-roll Elvis. After the play, we took a break and the guy went over to his fellow rhino. In a few minutes they walked back toward Elvis. Now the big guys were all smiles.

“Excuse me, Elvis,” said the one who’d been knocking him down.

“We sure did enjoy the game. Hope there aren’t any hard feelings.”

Red was still ready to lunge at them, but Elvis just shrugged.

“No hard feelings,” said Elvis. “Just bruises. Good luck with your season.”

Their big faces lit up like they’d just been blessed by the Pope. They started to walk away, when the guy who’d been knocking Elvis down turned around and came back.

“Uh, just one more thing, Elvis? Our wives are over there—can we bring them over to meet you?”

“Sure,” says Elvis. “Bring ’em over.”

As Elvis signed autographs for their wives, it all came together for me; if he had let Red and the rest of us go after these guys, then he would have ended up with some more enemies. Instead, he took a little punishment and ended up with four new fans.

There were a lot of people in Memphis that wanted to knock Elvis down, figuratively and literally, but what I saw happen on that field with the semipro guys was something I’d witness over and over again: A lot of people thought they had something against Elvis, but I never saw anybody who spent any time with him walk away not liking him.

Excerpt "Me and a Guy Named Elvis: My Lifelong Friendship with Elvis Presley" by Jerry Schilling (2006)

December 27, 1956. Elvis played touch football at the Dave Wells Community Center in Memphis with some friends.

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: Several drawings of Five from the Umbrella Academy being hugged and/or being shown other forms of physical affection, from each of his siblings (plus Lila). They include: Klaus draping himself over Five's head while Five claws at him and scowls. Allison wrapping Five in a tender hug. Luther carrying Five like a football while Five glares but has giving up on fighting. Diego lifting Five up in a hug while Five looks surprised. Five leaning on Viktor, napping, while Viktor reads a book. Lila scrolling her phone with her legs draped across Five, both of them lying on the floor. End ID.]

I have largely restrained myself from giving Five hugs because he does not hug. But now!!! It's fair game and I'm here to make it everyone else's problem

[tracksuitlesbian]

Yes girl!

[jhsharman]

flagged

Substitute Sabrina for -- that girl.

I am not sure what transpired in the game that has Midge on the ground (tackled, I guess), but Reggie and Nancy are concerned where Veronica isn't.

Sabrina sticks around in 1980 even as she had gotten dropped in 1985.

[hendolish]

SORRY?!

[danse--macabre]

astarion and the companions approach a shallow river he cannot cross

karlach: after MANY vocal complaints from astarion about the possibility of being chucked across the river (karlach: 'boo, you're boring') astarion is being carried across bridal style. karlach calls him princess at least once.

lae'zel: with little warning, astarion is being carried across like a sack of potatoes while he makes a big show of complaining about it. she tells him to shut up, she solved the problem very efficiently.

shadowheart: "... i'm absolutely not carrying you." (astarion: "well - what am I supposed to do, levitate?") "oh that would be far too useful for you, wouldn't it."

gale: casts telekinesis, and flings astarion across the river with sudden speed -- before stopping, suddenly, leaving him hovering above land for a few seconds, when the spell abruptly ends and he drops face first on the floor. gale then elegantly misty steps his way across the water. (karlach, who is firmly team 'throw him across', is laughing in the background the whole time.)

wyll: casts a flashy spell to increase his strength, offers his hand with a flourish, and carries him across bridal style (with reluctant agreement from astarion). midway across as astarion begins to complain, wyll jokingly threatens to drop him if he'd prefer the water :)

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hobie and Pavitrs faces after they start yelling at the tv about football and Gwen asks 'Did someone score a touchdown?'

(American moment [Derogatory])

[kent-farm]

—Smallville, "Façade"