I’ve haven’t really done a sports related post in a while. Which is odd because 95% of this blog is about sports. I guess after the Super Bowl, nothing in the sports world I thought was post-worthy.
A Story We Will All Enjoy
Patrick Thibodeau is a senior at Greeley High in Clumberland, Maine. He has Downs Syndrome but still practices with the Varsity basketball team. He has never played in a game, but on Senior Night, got his first chance, and took advantage. It seems like once a year a story like this comes out, and you always feel the same. Jason McElwain anyone?
In terms of important headlines, that’s about it. The Pro Bowl is on Sunday. But the attendance for it will be so bad, Hawaii is actually thinking about blacking the game out locally. Sports has officially hit it’s low point of the year. Looks like I’m going to fill my schedule with work or more TV watching, food eating, and “alone time”. I’m actually considering cracking the spine of my “Quantitative Decision Making” textbook. But I won’t. The book is all the way at the other side of the table. I’m not going to exert myself for the purpose of school and my future. What am I, a triathlete?
One more thing, this weather, is obnoxious. Snow every other day for the past 3 months. I feel like I haven’t seen a leaf or a blade of grass ever. I can’t even think of what they look like. I hate winter because it takes days away from the other seasons. Winter doesn’t start on December 21st. It starts in mid November. And it doesn’t end on March 21st. It ends in mid April. Sometimes longer. Whoever makes calendar’s should stop bullshitting us. Put the real dates. I don’t give a shit about solstices and the Earth’s rotation. Every year I get this false sense of hope saying, “Well, winter’s ending soon. It says so right here on the calendar”. Hogwash. Several weeks later it ends. Right around the time I’m curled up in the fetal position next to a space heater ready to give up on life. I try to convince myself that it’s not as cool as it really is. I don’t wear a jacket outside. I don’t heat up my car. I wear shorts, a t-shirt, and no socks around the house. Meanwhile, my core temperature has dropped into the 70s and my toes look like black licorice from frost bite. I hate winter.
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