I played flag football in the fall of 1975, '76, and '77. The first two years I was on the defensive and offensive lines. The final year, I played tight-end.
The pictures above were from one game in particular when there was a muddy puddle in the middle of the playing field. I intercepted a pass on the defensive line in that game, but as I tried to gain traction in the middle of the mud, I found I could not move. One guy was coming at me to pull my flag, and since I could not get moving, I stood there to let him pull my flag. Unfortunately, running at full speed, he hit the same puddle, could not stop sliding and, as he attempted to pull my flag, slammed his knee into mine, giving me a swollen and stiff knee for the rest of the day. I had a badminton match but could not move around the court and lost one of the few tournament matches ever at Minot.
In the top picture, our quarterback had been running with the ball and slid to the ground on his back in the mud. Tim McConnell was giving him the touchdown signal in jest. In the middle picture, Tim and the QB are walking off together, laughing. The final picture is the group of players huddling around after the game was over.
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