When I was growing up in a rural area of Mississippi, all the neighborhood children would come over to my great-grandfather's house during football season to play a pick-up game in his spacious front yard. Every Saturday, we would play from sun up to sun down without ever taking a break. My great-grandfather would always sit on his front porch and watch the group of about 16-20 young men playing as though we were in the Super Bowl. On one particular Saturday, two of the neighborhood children became upset with the direction and flow of the game.
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