As a senior in high school I became involved in the powder puff team during homecoming week. Powder puff is a game where the girls play football and the boys do the cheering/dancing. I attended bi-weekly practices (someone had to teach me how to play football...I have since forgotten nearly all of the rules, but I am still way tough.)
**my toughness brings a tangent story to this memory. I played soccer for about 10 years while growing up. I loved soccer. I had so much fun. There was only one part of soccer that I hated. My lovely father would take me to my games. He would pull into the parking spot. Turn the key in the ignition, the car would become silent, and he would say, "Three words Jaime." I was not allowed to leave the car until I uttered the words, "Kill. Kill. Kill."**
Anyway...back to my football days. One evening I had to work right up to the time of practice. For some reason my car was out of commission and my mother picked me up from work and took me to the practice. As we drove I changed from my work clothes into my football playing clothes. I couldn't waste a minute of my practice because I knew NOTHING about the sport. I quickly got changed and ran out to the field for some hardcore extreme powder puff toughness.
After practice I had some friends meet me at my home. These were fairly new friends, boy friends. Being 17 years old, new guy friends, my dad, and one question became my most embarrassing moment (but now one of my all time favorite Papa J lines.) He asked my new friends, "All I want to know is how my daughter got so good at getting her clothes on and off in a car?" Thank you pops... -Jaime
