Every Sunday morning from late August to early February, a group of young men meet behind the old Dartmouth High School in North Dartmouth, MA for one reason: football. Some are former athletes, some are military men or civil service workers. Some are students, some are husbands and fathers. Some have known each other their whole lives, some meet for the first time at the line of scrimmage. I'm a writer and in my third season of Flackle Football. These are my impressions from the field.