Yeah, I never really caught onto sports. I can admire some athletes for their skill and the physical demand that sports call for, but I really want no part of it.
It's just funny, because subsequently, mostly all of the athletic-type kids in my school are complete morons and ingrates with a diminished sense of humor and even less of a personality.
I think I'm lucky... My town/school doesn't have anywhere near an abundance of the intellectually intelligent, philosophical, artistic, or musically inclined, but it has enough for me to be beyond happy and content with those I call my friends. And I'd much rather spend my time with a group of people interested in using their minds to create than a group of people interested in using their bodies to destruct.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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