Thursday, October 16, 2008

When All Else Fails, Make Like a Chicken and Cluck Off

The Man-Cub’s football game last night was a riot and, I mean that in the it-was-so-much-fun-that-we-laughed-our-asses-off way and not in the our-kids-just-beat-up-the-other-kids way.

Our team was behind 14-0 and frustration was setting in-for Chris (what is it with men?), who thought that Darren should be doing a better job of blocking for the Man-Cub. In a moment of brilliance during a bit of side-line coaching; Chris encouraged Darren to tuck his hands into his chest, elbows out-like a chicken, a big, bad chicken. To illustrate this concept, Chris rooster-strutted down the sidelines, elbows out, neck out, and missing only the standard clucking of the real thing.

It was hilarious.

And, effective; Darren rooster-blocked two opponents at a time on the next play and the Cub ran in for the first of what would become three touchdowns, all aided by Darren’s mad chicken skilz.

After the third touchdown, Darren ran down the sidelines near where we were sitting and crowed bock, bock! as loudly and as clearly as he could given the giant mouth guard stuck firmly between his teeth.

Chris, Jana and I laughed so hard, I thought I might wet my pants. I didn’t, of course; that would be embarrassing.

In the end, we lost the game 21-20, having missed an extra point on one play. The Cub was mightily proud to have run for all three touchdowns and Darren is now the toughest blocker on the team.

And his new nickname is Rooster.

Chris, I might add, is proud as a peacock which, I should point out, is also a bird.


  1. I laughed out loud reading this!

  2. I almost wet my pants reading this!! HOW FUNNY!! The phrase is Whatever WORKS!! :) Great Job Man Cub!!!!! :)