So, this is my first post. I haven’t done anything significant really, but I did go over to my aunt and uncle’s house to go watch the Seahawks and Redskins game.
Now, note I do not like sports at all. I find them boring, I don’t understand them, and I always leave the room when my dad is watching them. I was mainly here for the food. I think my commentary of sports is far more interesting than the commentators’ though.
“Look, he’s wearing a fanny pack for his trail mix.”
“Yay, he’s kicking the ball.”
“Yay, he’s running with the ball.”
“Yay, he’s throwing the ball.”
“Run, Forrest! Run!”
“This isn’t even a football. The Europeans have soccer as a football. That is a handegg.”
It’s true though. That ball isn’t even round. It’s a pointy egg. I don’t understand why anyone finds this stuff interesting, call it a profession even. It’s stupid.
Needless to say, my father was not thrilled, and told me to bury my head in my book.
Oh, and there were three kids there, ages 9, 7, and 5. They got really quiet, and so they sent me to go check on them. Upon my arrival I saw that the children had managed to kidnap the platter of Rice Krispies Treats and were snacking on them. It was the five year old’s doing, apparently. Not sure how they managed to do it, but I confiscated the remaining Rice Krispies. They were giggling way too hard.