On father’s day I got  football. I miss playing football and not long ago was explaining what distinguishes the shape of a football to my daughter. I played all the time after school, everyday as a 7, 8, 9, 10 year old kid. Very enjoyable memories, Jeff, Elliot, Stuart, Dave and Boob. I have the fantasy, today,  of playing a game in a field with 6 or more people, touch or tackle, counting steamboats or rushing in, a down and in or down and out – and then going for the long bomb. How nice to get a football, halfway to reaching my fantasy.  If I get my wish I’ll probably treat it like the piano and try developing the arm the doesn’t throw, the left. I bet it will be complicated, frustrating and fun like playing an instrument.