OMG, do not even mention the Colts stealing away in the middle of the night around here. The rants never end.
Whereas most people in San Diego don't even recall that the Clippers didn't always play in LA. Might have something to do with why they went away, I suppose. (I honestly don't remember, happened when I was really little. But, seriously, LA, do you really need TWO Bball teams?)
I really hate these charming old-fashioned single-pane windows. I have the thermostat turned up to 75, and it says the current temperature is 60.
Well, I wasn't eaten by zombies but I stopped hearing from Abel halfway through my run and the Mission doesn't register as complete. I am disappoint.
Oh, please. You want a sports grudge? DO YOU???
I have witnessed (and generally agreed with) most of the grudges mentioned above. I have fought unsuccessfully my ability to develop and hold a grudge for decades. Oh well, I am a work in progress. Recognizing it is an improvement, right?
I was just telling a beloved colleague last week that one of the reasons sports are so sacred to me is that it's one of the rare outlets in life where I can just be INSANE about whatever - grudges, DH, asshole players, perceived slights, and it doesn't matter.
In all other areas of my life I try to be reasonable, unbiased, nonjudgmental, open-minded, etc. But in my sports fandom I am absolutely none of these things. I froth at the mouth in fits of enraptured idiocy and self-righteousness and it's some of the largest fun I have. And none of it really matters. But all of it matters.
one of the reasons sports are so sacred to me is that it's one of the rare outlets in life where I can just be INSANE about whateve
I love going to Cubs/Brewers games for this reason--they're the only time I ever yell stupid insults at people.
one of the reasons sports are so sacred to me is that it's one of the rare outlets in life where I can just be INSANE about whatever - grudges, DH, asshole players, perceived slights, and it doesn't matter.
Ahhhhh...yes, this. Completely this. Thank you for putting it into words.
Had my second to last karate class until April/May. Finally called my dad to let him know about the surgery and the move.
I love going to Cubs/Brewers games for this reason--they're the only time I ever yell stupid insults at people.
A great reason for sure. We love to see games if possible when traveling to get to see the best/worst of the locals. Good times.
Finally called my dad to let him know about the surgery and the move.
How did it go?
"Resumed" the mission while I was making dinner, so I got to hear all the story stuff, and it appears that the app did record my actual run, so all is well for my zombie training.
Also, the salad I just had seems to have been enough food. I did not really expect that.
He was actually very supportive of both. He made a point to remind me not to purchase moving boxes. Which I don't want to do, but if needed, I will.