...at the same high school track that I have hobbled my fat *** around for the last 6 months in a vain attempt to lose weight. The only thing different about today was that there was football practice going on.
Well, 15 minutes after I started jogging on a completly different field, without my glasses, gasping for air with each step, I see out of the corner of my eye the Head Football coach making a beeline straight for me. I politely slow down and take the same tone when being pulled over by a police officer.
The first words out of Billy Bob's mouth was "who do you work for , boy?" I was slightly taken aback since this is a "public" track and field that I have paid lots o' taxes for them to water the crap out of it and cut its grass every day. I mention to him my name and place of employment (emblazened on my sweat soaked t-shirt) and then ask if he needs me to move my car. He seems disappointed and the red in his face starts to fade. He mutters something about that I need to park elsewhere now that "FOOTBALL PRACTICE" has started.
Now it took me about 5 minutes (or half a lap) to realise that he thought I was spying on his beloved high school football program and reporting his tactics to the highest bidder or some cross town rival.
For all those people out there that think (or are responsible for) that High School football actually matters to the majority of the educated population, GFY.