I had to give Bubba-Bubba credit for this one.  After years of us playing pick-up games in his side yard, which was a huge flood plain that was perfect for football, he had managed to put together an actual league made up of teams from four different streets in the neighborhood.  Hence the name, the “Neighborhood Football League.”  Bubba-Bubba had… Read moreGirls Can’t Play | Part One

The phone rang Monday afternoon.  It was Bubba-Bubba.  “We’ve got a problem,” he said.  “Snail fell off of the monkey bars today at school and broke his arm.  He can’t play on Saturday.”  “Oh, man,” I said, “is he okay?” “Yeah, he’s okay, but we’ve got to find somebody to play center and find him fast.” “Can’t he just snap… Read moreGirls Can’t Play | Part Two

Thursday afternoon I rode my bike home from school, did my chores, homework and watched the Match Game.  I put on my football gear and walked over to Billy’s.  We stopped at Anna’s.  She was sitting on her bottom step tying her cleats.  The three of us walked down the street to Bubba-Bubba’s.  He and Brain were tossing the ball…. Read moreGirls Can’t Play | Part Three