Sports

Oh the things a weak, lanky Drama nerd with a way with words could say about sports. Were this an 80's teen movie, my response would be rather predictable - detest, covered in pants-wetting fear. But in reality, I don't really want sports. Or love them. I don't even follow any major sports - I watch the Olympics & the Super Bowl, but that's about it. I don't play anything competetively, even.

Yet I consider myself a damn-near-dangerously competitive person. In any sort of class competition, when I care - I REALLY CARE. Slap-you-across-the-face-for-screwing-up CARE. I'll put everything in my soul to get a project done, and if it doesn't meet my absolutely stupid levels of perfection, it's in the trash. The competition was stupid in the first place. I'm either in something to the point of staying up for days at a time, or I cold care less. This is the sort of problem drugs were invented for.

So that's why I don't play sports. For if I did, I'd be stuffing myself with steroids like they were Ho-Hos. Even competitive gaming would take me down a road of self-destruction.

And that my friends, is how I can convince myself to keep myself off any sort of athletic sports team. Huzzah!