I'm 37, short, out-of-shape, and happily married. Never did I imagine that trying out for a semipro football team in Boston would lead to the most unlikely bonds among young and not-so-young men -- black, white, and Hispanic, struggling and successful, from Beacon Hill to Roxbury, all still clinging to their dreams.
This year, I joined a semiprofessional football team. This was strange for three reasons. First, I was nearly 37 years old. Second, I stand about 5 feet 8 and weigh 160. After a full meal. Third, I had never played a single down of real football -- helmets, pads, referees, pain -- in my life. (Full article: 3043 words)
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