We had some footballs lying around at work today.

Some of the guys wanted to see Shakespeare's defense -- Shakespeare being me. That's my nickname.

I was a lineman in my playing days. I was on pass rush more than coverage.

Still, I gave it the old college try.

The first play, I pressed the receiver. The guy is seventeen years younger than me. What a surprise he blew past me. He still dropped the pass.

The next play, I put myself in a zone coverage. This is still one on one mind you, and I picked the ball off.

Of course, I was gassed afterwards. My body isn't supposed to do this crap anymore.

Still, it was fun.