Grown men

"Grown men" is an oxymoron. At least, I like to think so.

Take the job site, for instance. It's basically a playground for grown men. At the start of the day we're given a game to play during recess. It's a game with a few rules, some powerful tools and a goal to reach. Best part is we get. a recess that lasts all day. We take a lunch, but all we talk about is how we've played the game so far and how we're going to play after.

Kids spend their time at school planning for recess. Desk time is just an annoying inconvenience, a necessary evil to be entertained so as to be allowed back out the door.

It was neat to see some of the same games being played as we played when we were in school. Ten or twenty years hasn't changed the fact that snow forts are built by a staff with a hierarchy, in kindergarten everything is a gun and the first kid to the playground gets first pick for his team.

Some kids would use their class time prepping for recess, to better use the time they had outside. Teams might be picked before hand, or at the very least captains. The more aware kids would have their desk work done first so that when the boss came around they would either not notice the extracurriculars, or not care.

Some kids will grow up to be in a hotel near Nashville with their wives, and after an early breakfast, will lean in to their middle aged buddy, fake a conversation and flip a back hand at his personals.

This is how I know there aren't any grown men.

At least I hope not.