OK so here is the story . . . a little long and convoluted, somewhat like the ones my mom used to tell when I would say, “ma, could you please make this long story short,” but sometimes you need a long story mixed in with how my friend Nancy Ambrosio starts one story and ends up on six others just to never get back to the beginning. I am also pretty old so to get to the beginning of this story I have to go back about 36 years. So here I am with this very buff man. About two or three months ago I pulled my neck out in yin yoga watching him and a younger football player looking type dude enter our class and do yoga. After class Alyssa and I giggled about it because I guess I was least likely to be drooling over the two football dudes doing yoga. Love to see football players do yoga, I played for ten years on the BWFFL (Brooklyn Women’s Flag Football League) in New York as a center and nose tackle and if it were not for yoga I would not have made it. Also love to see men in good shape, as evidenced by my post the other day about Chris Cuomo in his tee shirt covering the hurricane in Florida. Simultaneously during the last few weeks, I went to church with my dentist Jeanne and her family heard the sermon and swore off football due to traumatic brain injuries and opted out of a game this past Saturday with my friend Liane Wong at the U of A. What can I say old habits die hard. Football may be a struggle for me. So this morning, Tammy, who I fondly call California because she is from there, and who one might think would be calm and laid back whilst one would think I would be the fidgety one, have a role reversal in yoga and she calls me “F_ _ _ _ New Yorker,” and she has finally given up her quest to end Yin Yoga and this past week has moved to the front row in class for the first time this week. I will not comment that she ends up backwards in many of her poses (maybe she needs to face the coast from whence she arrived, but this is another matter), I will say that she and I do throw some mean planks. Of course it is yoga and we are not supposed to be competing or noticing, but it is what it is. We are all situated today and in walks Kadeem Carey (not known to me at the time to be Kadeem Carey the running back from the Chicago Bears, one of my favorite teams because of the Brian Piccolo Gayle Sayers story “Brian’s Song) but just after savasana, Tammy jumped up and it became evident to the entire class who Kadeem is. Tammy is not quiet or unanimated in the way she approached people or things. Right now Kadeem has a broken right arm that you cannot see because he is strategically posing in the pictures and I imagine this is why he is here and not in Chicago. Before long, Kadeem has me “NY” and “California” jumping up in his face after what is supposed to be a relaxing yoga class interrogating him about football, high school and every other question that we could possibly ask him, and hopefully we have not scared him away for good. This after we chased him out the Y parking lot to take pictures. Poor dude did not know what hit him. The long and the short of it is that I have a problem and it is this one, even after telling Kadeem that I was trying to boycott football because of the movie “Concussion” and because of the traumatic brain injuries and all the new findings, I do not think I can do it. Football has been very very good to me and that is the end, especially when I can be in a yoga class with handsome buff dudes moving around like ballet dancers, I do not think I can give it up. I need the NFL to make it more safe for guys like Kadeem and other young guys with families who choose to play this sport. There will be more pics to follow. We took some nice photos of a number of us after class as well. Waiting on Isabelle to do errands and for Tammy to airbrush herself and they will be here. Yoga is so much fun.