After Mini-me left I went out in search of Sir Adrian. I found him on the Training grounds and guess what, he was practicing spear throwing. He was pretty tall for an Ager almost 6' with a huge upper body not surprisingly. His lower body wasn't nearly as impressive.

All these guys do all day is swing around swords and spears. Little to no running. Something told me Football was going to go over like a rat turd in a flour sack with the Knights.

"Are you the one they call Sir Adrian?"

"I am. And you must be the Giant turned Knight Sir Arthur." He said looking up at me as I approached.

"I am. Word reached your ears very quickly Sir Adrian."

"The only times the wife stops gossiping is when she is listening to still more. Heard you are quite the dancer." That seems to be a universal constant among women.

"Not so much Sir Adrian but I appreciate the compliment. Have you also heard that we wished to form Football teams?"

"What are "Footbull" teams?"

"Football is ..." And I explained the game in the same way I did with the King.

"And you want me to be QB. I am deeply honored Sir Arthur for such sounds like a high honor indeed. But I do not know how to throw a Football. I have never even seen one. Is it shaped like a spear?"

"I will have one hopefully by Monday's scouting combine. I want you to attend if you wish but I cannot promise you the QB position. You must earn it at practice the first week or so. I do think you have a leg up on your competition because of how well you can throw a spear."

"I will do my best Sir Arthur"

"That’s all anyone can do. Be at the training grounds Monday Morning at sunrise." And I left.

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I still couldn't figure out a few things. First I had to somehow time the men at the combine. That is a problem because Agers don’t even know what seconds are, let alone have a way to measure them. The slowest humans will run anything we will measure in far less than a minute.

The second problem is pads and helmets. We could go old school with none but I at least want to try to protect them somewhat (especially considering I am a player). Plus I think a Modern Football helmet could be a powerful symbol eventually. In what way I don’t know yet.

It was high noon so I decided to grab a quick bite to eat at the Broken Dagger which wasn’t too far away. It was the first time I had been back since I was Knighted and Lawrence of course told them I had been. So I got a lot of slaps on the backs and congratulations.

It was what I got from Agatha that was really worth the trip. She dropped everything (literally dropped a plate of food when she saw me) grab me by the arm and dragged me to her bedroom. Being a Knight in the Middle Ages is good for a specific type of exercise. I know that much.

By the time she was through with me I was really hungry. When I told her so she cooked my favorite Side of Mutton. When she set it on the bar and started to pour a beer out of a massive barrel inspiration struck.

I could measure time by running water into a bucket and measuring the weight. The Greeks invented a water clock on a similar idea. I would have them run two times each drill.

Now I was back to needing a universal set of measures. Paces and my own vague recollection of the exact size of a foot or inch or pound wouldn’t cut it. I couldn’t even use my height as I haven’t measured myself since senior year of high school.

Its was frustrating as I know all the conversions of metric and some standard ones (they're harder to remember). Even though I grew up with Standard, Metric has always been the easier system. We in America didn’t like change so we never adopted it. Well here they have nothing so there is no change.

A 10 based measurement system is far easier to teach and memorize.

I came to a solution through unconventional means based around the Gram as it was easy. Every stoner worth his salt knows a nickel weighs exactly 5 gram. Boom we have weights and measures. 1 liter of water is 1000 cm in volume and weighs 1 KG. Figure out a perfectly square container that will hold 1 KG of water and figure out the dimensions of the water.

But so as to not upset the establishment I will call the measurement yards instead of meters. A yard in these days had been declared the length of King Henry’s arm but I would just use the name and hope he didn’t notice the change. They are roughly the same size anyway. Who cares if its kiloyard instead of a kilometer (other than the idiots that run this backwards world)?

All this before the beer was even to me. Redneck engineering at its finest.

“Thanks luv you’re a genius.” I said and spanked her ass as she giggled and walked away.