I'm less than pleased to see Glen and his bone-headed friends playing with it. In a moment of brief stupidity, I find myself hanging behind a wall before I remember that I no longer looked the same, so there was no reason to fear them seeing me....

"Hey, go long!" one of them barks out, laughing as he back pedals in my direction, anticipating a long throw from the "quarterback", Glen.

I'm almost about to scream "NO!" to stop him, but I realize that would be even more foolish so I hold back, reducing myself to a mere spectator as Glen's dangerous pass hurtles through the air towards it's target.