Just about 15 years later, I was checking out of Safeway in Honolulu, where I had been living for about 3 years with my husband, when I saw a handsome man wearing a shirt for the Hawaii Gay Flag Football League. For the first time in 15 years, playing football crossed my mind. It would be a great place to meet new people and get some exercise.
Wearing the #15, my number from high school, I got to walk across the stage and hold a National Championship Trophy, playing along side some amazing people who are now lifelong friends. We became a family that weekend in Denver and created a memory none of us will ever forget.
In football you are always looking for a turnover, a fumble or interception, to give your team back possession of the ball. This was the story of how, after 15 years, I gained possession of the game that defined my childhood and brought me hours upon hours of joy as a kid.
Football is mine again and nobody will take that away from me ever again.