Reasons

Ok so I had no time to type this today...yesterday? Monday! I'd like to get something straight with you spots-lovers. Oh BTW this is the only excused time you get to hate me.

Ok so when I was growing up in Mexico I had one favorite boy cousin who I LOVED playing with! We would play all kinds of games and talk and have lots of fun. I don't actually remember being mad at him or arguing. No... we were friends! Ok so now putting this aside...

In Mexico, PE class is more like calisthenics...like a fitness/exercise class, not sports class. Never was I forced to play with a team or a ball or a goal. It was a fun exercise thing. Sports were played outside of school.

Now back to my cousin.

When we could show off our athletic abilities it would be in a tag game or hide-and-go-seek (the mexican version). Sometimes though, we'd play soccer with an empty plastic 2 liter bottle of coke. BUT! That was more of a kick the bottle between the goalies (is that what its called?) and try to score each other. Of course this was my way of showing off I was not a wimpy girl. I could be though too! That was years ago.

Now let's skip to the more futuristic (well recent) times.

I had a friend who was (is) crazy about soccer. (Plus I grew up watching soccer games every Sunday with my aunts and uncles) so its not like I hated it until this friend showed up. Then there was the forced games of all other sports in P.E. class ever since we moved to Houston and started school there. I hated picking teams! I hated running after a ball! I hate ALL sports balls! GSH!!!! I hate sports! See! I didn't hate them until they forced me to play them and I just don't have the whole eye/body/team/goal coordination.

My equation:
vale+sports= - atletic ability/no coordination
or
v+s= -A/nC
they balance out perfectly...

I even developed my own theory on sports but because this is a public blog and I like my friends, if you want to know, ask me. I'd be glad to tell you how homos, balls and spots tie up.( oh and if you ask you can't get mad!)

The Saints..............
Yes, I watched the Super Bowl starting on the 3rd quarter (I can't believe that I knew there were four quarters). This though was only because my dear Algebra teacher was sooo crazy about the Saints playing (duh! she's from New Orleans!) and because everyone talks about the commercials. So basically it was a coincidence. I went for the Saints because everyone that was cool went for them so I figured they were cool. Good thing they won. I got carried away at one point but no one who was watching the game with us seemed to either care or be as exited. No fun people. So I started to try to share some excitement... BAD FEEDBACK

(JERKS!!!!!!!!!)

Another reason why I hate sports...guys turn into jerks!!!

Sigh... I'm gonna go read!