November 16

I was 47-for-62 with 16 TD's and four interceptions last night. I felt good about that. Especially the pass in the third quarter when I fit it just over the arms of the defensive back and just in front of the azalea bush into the waiting arms of the receiver in stride. That was a beaut.

Let's just say I have embraced the role as All-Time QB in the Rowland Brothers Backyard Football League. I'll be honest, I was never allowed to be signal caller in the Junior High recess games or college flag football epics. It was a combination of lack of arm strength and inability to escape the rush that secured my spot on the offensive line, or more often at the water cooler.

 But now, at age 34, I'm back in the game, and I'm an absolute star. My passer efficiency rating is off the charts. I am in demand, and it feels good.

The playbook isn't complicated. It usually involves running to the tree and turning around, but we can execute like the '95 49ers. I am Peyton Manning. I am Tom Brady. I am Joe Montana. I am Dad!