Over this past weekend I watched a lot of football.

I watched the South Carolina Gamecocks play the Vanderbilt Commodores.

I watched the Texas A&M Aggies play the Alabama Crimson Tide.

I watched the New Orleans Saints battle the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.

I watched the Seattle Seahawks take on the San Francisco 49ers.

But the best football game I watched over the weekend was not televised. The stands were not full of screaming fans waving rally towels. There weren’t bands belting out fight songs and show tunes. Instead, the best game of the weekend was football at its purest and simplest.

The game I am referring to happened right outside of my back porch in a public courtyard