Looking Back: Playing Football with My Brother
I have one sibling, a brother not quite two years younger than I. Until the age of 10 or so, I was the taller of the two of us, but from that point forward, he began to tower over me.
Still, the two of us entertained ourselves playing the usual childhood games outdoors, including football. Throwing the football back and forth put us on equal footing, but my brother wasn't content to do just that. He wanted to play football -- run, tackle, etc. My heart wasn't in it, but when you have just one playmate, you have to compromise at times, so I did.
My brother had no qualms about tackling me to the ground, laughing with delight at his accomplishment. Me, on the other hand, had more difficulties trying to tackle this bigger guy. Instead of trying to take his legs out from under him (that seemed likely to get one of us hurt), I'd grab him around the waist, doing my best to zig-zag him right and left until he'd lose his balance.
This approach worked only 1 out of 5 times on average, otherwise my brother would just be laughing, holding the football, then wiggling out of my grasp to score a touchdown. It's a fond memory now, but back then, I felt mighty frustrated.
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