99. play ball!

April 7, 2012 — Orioles home opener this weekend! That’s exciting and whatnot but it was more exciting that it was against my favorite team…the Twins :) Sadly the Twins won zero of the three games in the series. We went on Saturday and I was the lone Twins fan in section 388. Michael also really enjoyed his funnel cake.

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57. I’ve been waiting for this day for ten years.

Ever since I started playing tennis in 8th grade, I’ve wanted to break a string.  It’s kind of weird, I know, because it’s inconvenient and you have to go get it fixed and everything, but  it means you’re hardcore and intense!  You have to hit with power and spin to break strings.  One time I broke one while hitting an overhead in high school, but it was just bad string.  Not anything awesome that I did.  So I ended up going through my tennis career with all strings intact.

Until today.

That’s right.  Today, I was playing tennis and BAM!  One real live broken string from hitting hard and hitting with spin.  As far as life dreams, this is pretty high up on the list.  Not as high up as seeing James Taylor in concert, but higher up than riding a camel (which I did in 2005 and it was great).

The remains:

51. why I hate/love soccer

I play on a soccer team, the Statistical Ninjas.  That’s right.  You should be afraid.  When I play soccer I look like this:

I mean, I’m such a baller that my feet don’t even touch the ground when I run.

Anyway, last night (Feb 20) the Ninjas had their first game of the season.  Sadly, we were narrowly defeated by a score of 149-1.  (I may have fudged the details of the score, but we did in fact score one goal.)  Also, I took a ball to the head, a whopper to the shin, and a hand to the nose.  Don’t worry Mom.  I’m fine.

I hate soccer because I tend to get injured a lot because of it.  For example: in 6th grade I was playing goalie and trying so hard to save a goal that I lost control of my 11-year-old self while sprinting and smashed the side of my face into a cinderblock wall, breaking my glasses, cutting my eyebrow with said glasses, and giving myself a spectacular shiner in the process.  This injury is one of my most memorable, second only to the time I tore up my ankle (but I’ll share that story another day, I’m sure).

I love soccer because you get to run around and yell a lot in a socially appropriate setting.  I think running and loudly expressing yourself is good for the soul and that grown-ups don’t get to do that often enough, which is why they(/we?) become tired and cranky sometimes. Also, you get to make friends with your teammates.  Also…you get to fly, at least according to our photographic evidence in the form of Mia Hamm (I stole the pic from here).