This is where I admit I am not the biggest sports fan. I mean, I like sports. I like watching sports. I just don’t have time to watch sports. In fact, I realized last night I hadn’t had the actual clicker (remote control for those of you not good at vocab) in my hand for…
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The Game Ball and a Fur Coat
I was enrolled in softball, as shown on my Trophy Shelf of Participation. I even got the game ball. Oh yes, we won a lot – both years. But no thanks to me, I assure you.
Becoming a Sports Guy
I’m pretty comfortable, or at least pretty decent at faking comfort, in most social situations. I can hold up my end of a conversation on a wide variety of topics thanks to the mile-wide-and-inch-deep knowledge base I’ve developed during a lifetime of moving around geographically, professionally, and avocationally. But as soon as the chatter turns…
The Cardinal Sins of a Soccer Parent
It’s soccer season! Both of my kids play soccer which means that I am involved in soccer-related activities roughly eight days a week. What? There are only 7 days in a week, you say. Yeah well, I’m like the Beatles of soccer moms except that I don’t have screaming fans and I’m just bad at…
5 Things I Just Don’t Get
I often shy away from admitting that I don’t get something because I don’t want to come off like some kind of backwater troglodyte, but I’m going to dive in today and fess up. If I’m a troglodyte, so be it. 1 This is my friend Shanan’s patented WTF look. If nothing else, I at…
How ’bout that awesome sports team?
Man! Was that a great game, or what? Those [name of team]s really [phrase describing result of the contest]ed the [other team]‘s ass! I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. And the commercials? Hilarious! Those cheerleaders weren’t too hard on the eyes either, right? *wink, wink* And, oh, how the light…
I’m Supposed To Be Proud Of My Son For Taking The High Road
I was going to go get my kick-butt on at my son’s middle school. Whether it was teachers or coaches, it could probably be twelve-year-olds, I felt the need to smash heads and take names. Actually, names are totally over-rated, we’ll just imagine smashing skulls today. My son (HOLY CRAP! A seventh grader) practiced soccer…
