Sporty Confessions

This goth doesn't like sports.

Well...most of them. I never really have, mostly because I was never a fast runner. No one out and out teased me for being fat, but I heard their laughter. I was always the slowest on the mile, the slowest to play tag, the slowest period. Picked nearly last et cet.

So I hate sports because I'm no good at them. And they're kinda boring. All sorts of rules and people to yell at when they get something wrong.

Now, if you extend sports to mean things like fencing and archery and highland dancing, then I'm lying. I like some sports. Mostly the sports where you don't have to deal with other people.

But then we must narrow it down even more and look at the one sport that shines out like a beacon of light amongst all the others. And that sport, ladies and gentlemen, girlies, laddies, and the like, is RUGBY!

I FUCKING WANT TO PLAY RUGBY!

It's so hardcore. SO HARDCORE! Must...play...

I swear to god, when I get a house and a TV and an Irish Wolfhound (more on that in a later post) I'm going to get BBC sport just so I can watch Rugby.

Why the obsession, you say? Because you like stripes: no, but I do. And rugby tees are kinda cute. Because rugby guys are cute: it's quite possible, and is usually the reason I get into something, but in this case no. Because you saw it in a movie and thought it was cool: no...never seen a movie with rugby in it. Because you just want to be in a scrum: kinda...kinda yah.

But mostly I have no idea. I just want to.

That's it for now. I'm going to go try to start a rugby team at my school.




p.s: watch this video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AEdNd50gNY