Jacob is currently obsessed with a new game. Since he mostly plays with me, and I don't know the rules, our version is slightly skewed. I hope I don't ruin his future career! Our version involves a lot of tackling and running around the trees, shouting "TOUCHDOWN" whenever I feel like throwing the ball to the ground and dancing. Once, I gave him a split lip when I tossed the ball into his short little arms, and he could not have cared less. He just kept saying "Come on, play football, man!" and so we did. I don't kick the ball. It hurts my feet.