The guys in my family have ALWAYS had a family football game. After dinner and a few hours of football to settle their food (we eat at 11:00am), they would head out into the pasture and play football in the chilly air and get chased by the occassional cow. It was the best...UNTIL my cousin married a "city" guy who kept stepping in cow patties and getting hurt.
The whole tradition has been called off to spare his feelings.
Good grief. I am from a farm family. You have to at least be a little tough....
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