Football with women... sigh

Boyd: Charlotte and I love to play sports whenever we get the chance. In between sessions of the October 2009 General Conference, Charlotte and I decided to go to the field right next to our house and throw the football.

After having thrown the ball for a few minutes, I noticed that Charlotte was pretty good. I mean, she's no Steve Young or anything (even though she might think so), she's got quite the arm. So, I figured it'd be fun if we worked on running some routes. We each took turns running a specific direction or pattern and had the other person throw the ball to us. Again, I was quite surprised at how good Charlotte could throw the ball. Now, it started to get to the point where I had to worry if my wife was a better football player than I was, so I had to test her skills. The balance of my marriage was at hand.

Without telling her of my little competition, I had her do a couple of different throwing drills throwing: a 3 step drop, a 5 step drop, throwing on the run, etc. Despite the odds, she was pretty good. There was one more test. I had to see if she could throw a ball accurately over the shoulder of a running receiver. And to spice things up even more, I decided to make this a timed run. Instead of looking at Charlotte to have her throw the ball at me, I wanted her to throw the ball prior to me turning around and signaling that I was ready. This way the ball could meet me at the exact time that I was ready to catch it. What can I say, I have a lot of faith in my wife.

We decided that at the 10th second, the ball should be ready for me to catch it. So I start running. 1 mississippi, 2 mississippi; "Boyd, you're crazy." 4 mississippi 5; "Have faith in your wife Boyd, she won't hurt you." 6 mississippi, 7 mississippi; "Good grief! I better just turn around early so she doesn't hit me." Eight mississippi; BAM! Just as I started to turn around on the EIGTH second, without even noticing it, a brown piece of pig-skin hits me square in the face, literally knocking me off my feet.

Apparently, Charlotte got a little anxious and threw the ball prematurely. Needless to say, football with women is all fun and games until someone gets hurt.