Jim Coats
When I worked at the "then" Arizona Bank that eventually became Bank of America, we had an annual "touch" football game Thanksgiving morning at Pierce Park in the mid to late 70's. Thanks for jogging my memory, Frank.
The game was younger bankers....some bank officers and some not....playing against the young lawyers from Ryley, Carlock and Ralston who represented the bank. Many of the lawyers were previous college athletes who considered themselves studs and most of us were not college athletes...but we grew up on the mean streets .
I mentioned that the game was touch football, right? 2 hands above the waist. It remained "touch" football for about, oh, I don't know, about 2 plays and then it devolved into full contact, Ninja tackle football. Our toughest guy was my best friend, Big John Donovan. 6'4", 210 lbs of muscle, gristle and bone and he was on the line against Ed Hiner, a former college rugby player probably in his mid-30's, and a killer. When the ball was snapped, the next sound heard was those two colliding with the sound of a thump and lots of growling. I think the sound could be heard at Thomas Mall.
It seemed like every Thanksgiving morning game day it was COLD and the ground was almost frozen and hard. We were wearing t-shirts, shorts and sneakers (no pads) and two consecutive years, we had one player knocked out cold for a minute. I sprained my ankle pretty bad one year...went to the sideline...grabbed a very cold can of Coors out of our ice chest, Ace bandaged the can (intact) to my ankle to keep the (considerable) swelling down and went back in.
I don't think we kept score. We just quit at one point. Those were good days.
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