Sometimes you win, sometimes you learn. To be honest, I prefer to win and learn.

Hmm, but that´s not how it goes, right? There is a lot more to learn in defeat rather than in a victory. At least that´s what they tell us, right?

Oh I almost forget, in order for this post to work, you have to check this other post out. It is a story I wrote more than a year ago so worry not, I´m not searching for votes here.

My life before becoming a nomad

If you were too lazy to read the previous story, long story short is: I used to play Flag Football in three teams at the same time during three years before winning the league the last year with two of them. That was in 2015.

Three years later, and now that I´m in México for the season I got in touch with some of my previous team mates and proposed them to get the team together for a last tournament, for the old days.

I searched online for a flash tournament - you know, those tourneys that are played in one or two weekends where if you lose, you´re out, and you play 2 to 3 games per day - and we found one, very far from our usual spot and starting quite early.

We got together again for the sake of old times, most of us are not fit or play sports weekly like we used to... we knew there wasn´t a chance we would win this tourney but we knew we were going to give our everything and do our thing: Play ball and establish our terms inside the field.

Most of the OG who won the season 3 years ago were there, only two team members couldn´t attend. But we still had an almost complete team, ten members: 5 for offense and 5 for defense.

Overweight, underprepared and definitely excited, we started the first of the two games scheduled for us for the first Sunday.

Who would have thought. Three years of playing together sticks with you and despite the bad physical condition we were in, I guess all of our experience playing the game - and playing it together for so long - was stronger than the other team, because we won out first game 34 - 12, which is a very dominant score if you ask me.

The second game of the day was pretty much the same, but we were tired and soar, we only won the game 18 - 7 which, again if you ask me is a great victory, especially considering we were expecting to get ran over in the first or the second game.

Two games, two victories. Not bad. Not bad at all. We got ourselves a date for the next Sunday, where we would play a third game that, if won, would get us a ticket for the final.

After playing team sports for the majority of my life - including soccer, football, baseball, voleyball and handball - I learned one thing: One game at a time. You are not allowed to think about the Final game for the trophy unless you win all the previous games, so we had to focus and get some rest during the week.

Of course due to my bad physical state and not so strong mental state, my legs hurted during the whole week and I wasn´t able to walk properly until the next Saturday, so I didn´t have a chance to recover properly or even get some training done and Sunday arrived again.

But I´m not known for backing down, nor do my team mates, so we rocked the game and won by just 6 points. But we were in the final game.

Guess what?

Yep. We also won that one and it was by a dominant 27 - 14 score.

We were Champions again.

We even got some Champions Shirt

Will we ever get together again? Will we ever play together? Is there another trophy waiting for me to hold?

Who knows. What I know, is that this is one of the best early Christmas Gifts I got this year.