Stuffing My Inner Child Silly

I can’t stop pumping quarters into the mini NFL football helmet machine at the grocery store.

I feel like I’m ten years old again. This is probably because when I was ten years old I couldn’t stop pumping quarters into the mini NFL football helmet machine at the grocery store.

I loved my little helmets. I gave them positions and statistics. I created a system wherein they made plays, had contests, scored touchdowns and tallied up points. I recruited my family members to be a part of my Fantasy Football Helmets League.

The new helmets are a vast improvement. Many of the team’s logos have been updated. And they come printed right on the helmet, not on a sticker I would have to put on myself in the old days. The facemasks are more intricate and realistic. And they cost 50 cents, not 25.

Props to me for feeding my inner child, I suppose. Or perhaps another reason for my loved ones to be worried that I’m not spending enough time in reality.

Whatever the case, let me know if any of you other collectors out there don’t have the Kansas City Chiefs. I have an extra and I’ll trade you one.