Yesterday, my entire office closed shop early to hang out at the park by the lake, have a picnic and play some sports. I organized a game of touch football (two hand touch of course), staff v. interns. The sprite, young, energetic and athletic interns were all about it, but there was some difficulty recruiting staff. One coworker sat out because he didn’t want to get grass stains. Come on people!
Eventually, I lured some reluctant staffers to play. I forgot how much I loved organized sports. We didn’t really keep score (or play by the rules sometimes), and everyone had such a good time. One of my coworkers came up to me and said that she really enjoyed it, and it was the first time she had ever really participated in sports (this chick is in a rock band and wears crazy marching band hats and leopard print tights to work every day. I wouldn’t call her sporty, but no one can deny her rad-ness). She said she might even start WATCHING football. I told her that it didn’t all have to be scary, sometimes it can be fun, and you just have to give it a try. And I am truly happy that she liked it. The only downside is that I now realize how old I am based on how sore that game made me the next day.
You gotta love how sports brings people together!