I had somehow become the coach of the local football team. I really didn’t know a lot about football so when the game started I ran away. The team lost and an angry mob was out looking for me.
In reality, I don’t know a whole lot about contact sports. I blame the fact that I grew up without a father. When my friends went out to play football I was not interested. Afraid of getting hurt, I found other things to do. The only times I ever watched a football game all the way through was in high school because I was in the band. Even then, I didn’t really pay attention to the game. We just messed around in the stands.
I think, even though, that I would be a good football coach. I would be all like, “Ok men… I want you to get out there and carry the ball to the end of the field then throw it down and dance. Don’t let anyone stop you. Next. I want you to kick the ball over the tall Y thing. OK. Break!”