In my town we did. Each congregation had its own "pick up" team. We would get together and play on a chosen Sunday after the meetings. I played way too long, sort of like a Brett Favre. It ended up with a shoulder separation and a lot of pain, with a still painful rotator cuff injury.
It was a lot of fun though. If the elders had a clue, they would have sh*t their pants. Good little JW's weren't supposed to have fun.
One of my nicknames was the "Snake." I took this as a complement for a while, thinking that I was being compared to Kenny Stabler. I found out later that I got the nickname because I couldn't run, and I had no butt. We still won a lot of games with pinpoint short passing. I even ran for a few TD's, even though you could time me in the one-hundred yard dash with a calendar.
JK