Now, if you are talking the last, pure sport for the masses, it has to be flag football. It is one of the last opportunities in which everyone you knew at the time, had to play under the fascist watch of gym teachers everywhere. The entire experience of Physical Education was traumatic enough with the jockstraps and the mass showers but if you add the element of potential limb damage and mix generously with a remote chance of competition, you got something with some pizzazz.
The groups of humans, thrown together through a cruel randomness, was the final indignity for most young men. The athletes participated in tackle football and saw the game as a pleasant diversion of passive cousin. The non-athletes, usually counting the days of one of their last required physical education class, just hoped no one would get hurt. Either way and thanks to required uniforms, we all looked the same for likely the last time in our collective lives.
In a world in which everyone wins, flag football remains a bastion of civility.
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