When I was a kid, there was nothing more fun than playing football in the snow.
One Christmas Eve, when I was in my teens, my cousin and I, having no other teens to hang out with, went out on a night already deep with snow, the snow still falling, and ran endless pass patterns. I was Joe Kapp throwing wounded ducks to my cousin, who could run like crazy.
The cops seen in the video embedded in this Washington Post article provided some good PR for the DC police force in one neighborhood by joining in on a football game in the snow. I bet the guy the one cop stiff-armed didn't even mind. (You've got to watch the video.)
On a more serious note, when my cardiologist visited my hospital room after he'd put a stent through the LAD (left anterior descending artery) that had been 100% blocked and caused a heart attack, he told me three things: You will be on aspirin the rest of your life (he took me off of aspirin a few months ago); you will never mow a lawn again; you will never shovel snow again.
I can't say that I really miss shoveling snow. Here's another WaPo article, this one explaining why some people fall over dead when shoveling snow.
If you're a person of a certain age or have heart or blood pressure issues or have diabetes and you're given the choice between getting stiff-armed in a neighborhood football game in the snow involving cops or shoveling snow, pick getting stiff-armed. You may be sore the next morning, but you're more likely to still be alive.