My poach told me that playing football is anΒ eggcellent eggsxercise.
I guess he’s right, I’m all hard-boiled now.





Captain: “Why didn’t you stop the ball?”
Goalie: “I thought that’s what the net’s for.”
In a class on abnormal psychology, the instructor was about to introduce the subject of manic depression.
She posed this question to her students: “How would you diagnose a patient who walks back and forth screaming at the top of his lungs one minute, then sits down weeping uncontrollably the next?”
A young man in the rear raised his hand and suggested earnestly, “A football coach?”