Random thoughts about the World we live in and Life in General.
Random thoughts about the World we live in and Life in General.
A Little Touch of Alcohol
Ok, first things first, for all those who can drink beer you must agree with me there is
nothing more akward then a drunken silence?? When your sitting there with a beer
in you hands, buzzing, looking at the people around you and the only complete
thought you can pull across is " I have to go to the bathroom." Damn, when I drink I
do the same thing everytime and wonder was it all for the buzz or am I just that
bored. I then realize my can is empty and grab another. This is ritual I play every
Friday night with friends or by myself just as lon as I don't know my phone number
or my birthday I'm content. Does this sound like I'm on the verge of alcoholism? I'm
not sure I mean I don't get angry, happy, sad, lonely I'm just there. I think it makes
me just realize what it ( my life ) has come down to. A 12 pack and a good
conversation. But hey whats wrong with that? As long as I'm not going out driving
and run over mailboxes and such. I'm not confined to drinking I'm just used to it. Oh
well enough druken rambiling for now. A sober thought would be nice
C.M.Spaulding
My parents want to get a pool table. What a pointless waste of money. A table to shoot at little colored balls with cue sticks and try to make it into little pockets. I guess I’m just uncoordinated and resentful because the two times I’ve tried to play in the past, I’ve done pitifully. In fact, I’m just going to complain about sports in general.
First, let’s examine my athletic career:
Age 5 - Tried to play t-ball. Failed immediately.
Also age 5 - Tried to take ballet/tap/tumbling. Failed immediately.
Age 6 - Tried swim team. Failed after 4 years.
Age 8 - Tried to play soccer. Haven’t given up yet.
Yes, it’s true, every spring or fall since age eight, I have dragged out my cleats and attempted to play soccer. I was almost a decent goalie, too. However, for fear of people at school and out of sheer laziness (all that running!) I don’t play on the school team, but have instead, for the past two years, played on a itty-bitty team.
For those of you who don’t know soccer - there’s 11 people on the field at a time. On a 60 yard field. At least, the field I was on was 60 yards. Better teams require better running on bigger and better fields.
Anyway, this itty-bitty team plays by indoor soccer rules - 5 on the field, the field’s half as big, goals are tiny, and all players rotate. Then there’s a whole lot of technical differences the average person really won’t care about. (i.e. no offsides, no corner kicks, etc.)
I love playing sports, though, I think. I can’t run real well, guess I should probably practice or something. But I love being exhausted and tired and sweaty and muddy. And you end up with great stories to tell. (Jammed my fingers, kicked in the face, and slammed my head into the goal post, to name a few of my stories. Ask me about them if you want.)
But wait, I wrote this to complain about sports…let me remember my complaint…oh yes, the futility of a sport. I’ve decided to make up a game called freeball. It’s based on the idea behind most sports - try to get a ball into pocket, basket, goal, etc. Here’s the rules:
The field is a football field sized and grass/gravel/mud/anything. Fences are put up to eliminate out of bounds problems. The ball is one of those bright red rubber balls that elementary schoolers play kickball with. No teams. Just one person on one person. The people race to the ball, whoever gets
it first starts with it. Two boxes are set up - one at one end, one at the other. The object is to get the ball into either box.
Here’s the cool thing - freeball is a composite of all sports.
Therefore, hockey sticks, golf clubs, tennis rackets, football pads, everything from every sport is allowed. And allowed to be used as weapons. Except no eye gouging, that makes me sick to my stomach to think about. If the ball gets popped, keep playing. If it gets ripped, whoever gets a piece of it in a box first wins.
What a cool game. A bit violent, though, I guess, but hey, people watch ultimate fighting and that’s a little violent, too. So there’s my opinion on sports, and no, I don’t want my parents to get a pool table.
Hey! Did anyone notice?
Isn't anyone outraged?!
Watch out, and be warned,
for computers are ruling our lives!
We choose pixels over pansies,
and Chat rooms over conversations.
I, for one, would rather be
what a computer cannot; HUMAN!
Touch. Feel. Breath. Live. LOVE!
So, be warned, the end is near.
The time when we, oh Technocrats,
will loose our humanness to an errot in Port 3,
When we'll look to the Web because God and the Computer tells us the next move,
instead of clicking the next Icon...
Don't get me wrong, I have one and all; I just wonderer if anyone noticed...?
--Michelle Bagby
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