So here we are again, ready to do battle – though our stakes aren’t nearly as high as those equipped with swords, mounted upon great beasts, both rider and steed fierce and fiery in intent. No, we don’t fight for our lives, our honor, our freedom; yet we still fight for dominance and the exhiliration of the moment. We fight with no less fervor than true warriors, the will to win pumping just as quickly through our veins. For now, the promise of pressure and pain is just as reassuring as the struggle for survival.
Either way, we prove to ourselves that we are capable. Steadfast. Alive.
It seems emotional these days. You are passionate if you play…Or hateful if you were the child growing up wanting to plant flowers with your imaginary friends, but instead you were sitting in a backseat being dropped off at pratice. Dad?
Competitive sports are a form of torture to people like me. The people who preferred to sit inside when they were little, being quiet and lonely and invisible, rather than running around outside, screaming with friends. I’ve never felt fitter or healthier from sports; I’ve just felt more of an outcast than anything.
I have played Soccer for 12 years. It is my outlet for all my anger. Sports are the best invention ever. Kick each others asses and not got killed. Such an ingenious way to think.
Throughout time, sports have allowed people worldwide to connect, as well as channel aggression into something more productive and worthwile. They instill character and good values, ranging from responsibility to humility.
there is baseball, basketball, soccer, and tons of others. my favorite is probably baseball even though most people consider it boring. i find it very interesting. i guess thats just because my mom loves it and i grew up with it.
Every man I have ever encountered is a football fan. They’ve made it clear that they would like a woman who’s just as excited about it. Should I become a lesbian?
Every man I have ever encountered is a football fan. They’ve made it clear that they would like a woman who’s just as excited about it. Should I become a lesbian?
There are games we play with others, Sports, and mind games we play on ourself and other people. Consider those sports and their dichotemy in relation to the world based in a non-social conformity, where people are individuals.
sports are a daily activity
sports enhance endurance and improve the body
sports introduce you to others
and can put one against another for a time
competitiveness is brought out
ready
set
go
sports are boring. i don’t understand how people get attached to sports teams, events, what have you. to me, sports are pointless, a waste of time and energy, a hobby.
I was never good at sports, the fields I stepped on to with dancing toes, the goals I daydreamed into. I was never loud enough or aggressive enough. But I thank sports because if it weren’t for my lack of coordination, I would have never found the stage.
“That which doesn’t kill you will make you stronger.”
So, what, are you telling me that I may die out here?!
My imagination takes off, listing all of the possible ways I could die out here in this torturous environment that we fondly (or not so fondly, depending) call “sports.”
Aching muscles blazing sun salty sweat burning my eyes
Skin is soaked
tension so thick you could cut it
go
run
faster
harder
“Not The best but Your best”
My best must be The best
Keep going
Don’t stop
Sports: something I’m really not interested in, but I can understand why everyone else likes them. I understand that people think that sports are the most entertaining thing in the world. I, obviously, don’t feel that way. Oh well. I’m not good with this word and my time is up.
Six-letter word synonymous with “torture?”
Sports.
I do not like sports. They are the bane of my existence, right next to math. I was always terrible at them and yet I was forced to play them in gym class. Torture.
I was in marching band, which was difficult as hell, bit no one ever thought to give us the same credit as the sports players. What’s so hard about marching around in the blazing sun for ten hours a day for two weeks straight when every inch of your body is aching? Obviously nothing much.
bend and jump. feel your own. hear your energy. kick and flex and feel fingers fold. clench your sweat in your palm, feel it. open your palm, let the wind take it from you in one sweet stinging scoop
The time was now. 4th quarter, 10 seconds to triumph or tragedy. His breathing becomes shallow and calm, he aims, he fires…the crowd gasps, time stops as the ball seems to hover and then…
Not everyone is good at them- some are better than others. Those who are may be praised, perhaps even worshiped. But competition isn’t everything. Play for fun.
The time was now. 4th quarter, 10 seconds to triumph or tragedy. He steadies himself, he aims, he fires…the crowd gasps, time stops as the ball seems to hover and then…
colorguard lots of fun team bonding exercize. my life my reason the way i learned everything i learned. teenage life the best part of my life. about to end
This is a thing I’m not interested in…football, basket, hockey, baseball…I don’t know anything. To me, sport is just running with music in my ears, but I’m not saying that I usually do jogging!
The very ball sped to me as if I were ready to catch it. WHAT?! Words and incomprehensible mutterings passed my ears as time slowed down. That brown luster was coming closer and my hands moved in to catch it. What sport? Baseball. Had I ever played it? Of course, this was my 5th year, but I don’t know why it took so long.
i hate sports its very hard to find a sport i like because i get bored easily and also because i think about other things while i do sports, also my boobs jiggle too much when i do sports which is quite unsettling because you hear horror stories about people’s boob tissue ripping which is frankly quite disgusting.
I remember my dad pulling me out of class in elementery school to attend the 91 Braves parade downtown. There were other kids there, so apparently this wasn’t an uncommon thing, but I was so thrilled when my name was called over the loud speaker at school to come down to the office because my dad was taking me out.
Sports day at school. I ran all the way to the finish line with the egg on sitting firmly on my spoon – and then watched in horror as it wobbled and fell off just as I made to cross the finish line!
There is something about being in the ring that captivates me. Perhaps its the idea that if I don’t bob and weave correctly, I’ll literally have my head punched off of me. It’s funny- boxing is certainly not for the faint of heart, but I am more alive during those minutes in the ring than at any other time.
I was never very much into sports. I think it’s because I was exceptionally nearsighted as a child, and couldn’t exactly SEE what I was doing. For example, I could almost never return a tennis serve, and when I did, I overdid it, and the ball once even left the court completely, out onto the street!
When I was young, I tried to play sports. First little league. Always the tee after seven pitches. Next soccer. Some goals and a bit of success, the only team where I was ever admired. Finally in junior high, basketball. One season, four points.
i hate sports. I have never enjoyed excerscise. The only sport that is a little bit fun is waterpolo, which is i guess okay. I only like it because of the team im on though, and also cross country, but i only like that cause I’m obsessed the by coach. *because. That’s a long story. very long. Sports suck long story. Ah sports. people who like them though, whatever power to y’all.
Sports – not something that I associate myself with. Sports makes me think of large men on sofas, glued to Match of the Day – in particular the Sunday morning repeats. An ex in particular, shushing me if I dare spoke during the holy experience!
sports – i never participated in them, but i enjoy watching them. especially football, i’m a big saints fan, and i’ve joined several fantasy football leagues. those keep me preoccupied watching sports channels on tv all the time, much to the chagrine of my husband.
i don’t particularly like sports. i like bowling, if that’s counted as one. i detest football, basketball is okay. i want to go to the 2012 Olympics but I’m worried about terrorist attacks. My brother likes sports, and people say I’m different to him. I’m a guy who doesn’t like sport. Coolio.
The runner gather their last bit of strength to cross the finish line, even if he was last, even if he was limping. That was what it took to stay passionate to his sport. That was sportsmanship.
So here we are again, ready to do battle – though our stakes aren’t nearly as high as those equipped with swords, mounted upon great beasts, both rider and steed fierce and fiery in intent. No, we don’t fight for our lives, our honor, our freedom; yet we still fight for dominance and the exhiliration of the moment. We fight with no less fervor than true warriors, the will to win pumping just as quickly through our veins. For now, the promise of pressure and pain is just as reassuring as the struggle for survival.
Either way, we prove to ourselves that we are capable. Steadfast. Alive.
It seems emotional these days. You are passionate if you play…Or hateful if you were the child growing up wanting to plant flowers with your imaginary friends, but instead you were sitting in a backseat being dropped off at pratice. Dad?
Competitive sports are a form of torture to people like me. The people who preferred to sit inside when they were little, being quiet and lonely and invisible, rather than running around outside, screaming with friends. I’ve never felt fitter or healthier from sports; I’ve just felt more of an outcast than anything.
I have played Soccer for 12 years. It is my outlet for all my anger. Sports are the best invention ever. Kick each others asses and not got killed. Such an ingenious way to think.
Oh god, how I hate them!
Throughout time, sports have allowed people worldwide to connect, as well as channel aggression into something more productive and worthwile. They instill character and good values, ranging from responsibility to humility.
there is baseball, basketball, soccer, and tons of others. my favorite is probably baseball even though most people consider it boring. i find it very interesting. i guess thats just because my mom loves it and i grew up with it.
Every man I have ever encountered is a football fan. They’ve made it clear that they would like a woman who’s just as excited about it. Should I become a lesbian?
Every man I have ever encountered is a football fan. They’ve made it clear that they would like a woman who’s just as excited about it. Should I become a lesbian?
There are games we play with others, Sports, and mind games we play on ourself and other people. Consider those sports and their dichotemy in relation to the world based in a non-social conformity, where people are individuals.
sports are a daily activity
sports enhance endurance and improve the body
sports introduce you to others
and can put one against another for a time
competitiveness is brought out
ready
set
go
sports are boring. i don’t understand how people get attached to sports teams, events, what have you. to me, sports are pointless, a waste of time and energy, a hobby.
I was never good at sports, the fields I stepped on to with dancing toes, the goals I daydreamed into. I was never loud enough or aggressive enough. But I thank sports because if it weren’t for my lack of coordination, I would have never found the stage.
“That which doesn’t kill you will make you stronger.”
So, what, are you telling me that I may die out here?!
My imagination takes off, listing all of the possible ways I could die out here in this torturous environment that we fondly (or not so fondly, depending) call “sports.”
Aching muscles blazing sun salty sweat burning my eyes
Skin is soaked
tension so thick you could cut it
go
run
faster
harder
“Not The best but Your best”
My best must be The best
Keep going
Don’t stop
We race with our lips.
Sports: something I’m really not interested in, but I can understand why everyone else likes them. I understand that people think that sports are the most entertaining thing in the world. I, obviously, don’t feel that way. Oh well. I’m not good with this word and my time is up.
Six-letter word synonymous with “torture?”
Sports.
I do not like sports. They are the bane of my existence, right next to math. I was always terrible at them and yet I was forced to play them in gym class. Torture.
I was in marching band, which was difficult as hell, bit no one ever thought to give us the same credit as the sports players. What’s so hard about marching around in the blazing sun for ten hours a day for two weeks straight when every inch of your body is aching? Obviously nothing much.
bend and jump. feel your own. hear your energy. kick and flex and feel fingers fold. clench your sweat in your palm, feel it. open your palm, let the wind take it from you in one sweet stinging scoop
The time was now. 4th quarter, 10 seconds to triumph or tragedy. His breathing becomes shallow and calm, he aims, he fires…the crowd gasps, time stops as the ball seems to hover and then…
Not everyone is good at them- some are better than others. Those who are may be praised, perhaps even worshiped. But competition isn’t everything. Play for fun.
The time was now. 4th quarter, 10 seconds to triumph or tragedy. He steadies himself, he aims, he fires…the crowd gasps, time stops as the ball seems to hover and then…
colorguard lots of fun team bonding exercize. my life my reason the way i learned everything i learned. teenage life the best part of my life. about to end
This is a thing I’m not interested in…football, basket, hockey, baseball…I don’t know anything. To me, sport is just running with music in my ears, but I’m not saying that I usually do jogging!
The very ball sped to me as if I were ready to catch it. WHAT?! Words and incomprehensible mutterings passed my ears as time slowed down. That brown luster was coming closer and my hands moved in to catch it. What sport? Baseball. Had I ever played it? Of course, this was my 5th year, but I don’t know why it took so long.
jump and jog and sweat and breathe. feel your own energy. kick and flex, flex your fingers. feel
i hate sports its very hard to find a sport i like because i get bored easily and also because i think about other things while i do sports, also my boobs jiggle too much when i do sports which is quite unsettling because you hear horror stories about people’s boob tissue ripping which is frankly quite disgusting.
fast
running
sweating
teamwork
sportsmanship
passing
scoring
wining
losing
this is the game of sports
I remember my dad pulling me out of class in elementery school to attend the 91 Braves parade downtown. There were other kids there, so apparently this wasn’t an uncommon thing, but I was so thrilled when my name was called over the loud speaker at school to come down to the office because my dad was taking me out.
Sports day at school. I ran all the way to the finish line with the egg on sitting firmly on my spoon – and then watched in horror as it wobbled and fell off just as I made to cross the finish line!
There is something about being in the ring that captivates me. Perhaps its the idea that if I don’t bob and weave correctly, I’ll literally have my head punched off of me. It’s funny- boxing is certainly not for the faint of heart, but I am more alive during those minutes in the ring than at any other time.
Surfing is one of the sports I really enjoy. Eating is the other.
I was never very much into sports. I think it’s because I was exceptionally nearsighted as a child, and couldn’t exactly SEE what I was doing. For example, I could almost never return a tennis serve, and when I did, I overdid it, and the ball once even left the court completely, out onto the street!
When I was young, I tried to play sports. First little league. Always the tee after seven pitches. Next soccer. Some goals and a bit of success, the only team where I was ever admired. Finally in junior high, basketball. One season, four points.
i hate sports. I have never enjoyed excerscise. The only sport that is a little bit fun is waterpolo, which is i guess okay. I only like it because of the team im on though, and also cross country, but i only like that cause I’m obsessed the by coach. *because. That’s a long story. very long. Sports suck long story. Ah sports. people who like them though, whatever power to y’all.
Sports – not something that I associate myself with. Sports makes me think of large men on sofas, glued to Match of the Day – in particular the Sunday morning repeats. An ex in particular, shushing me if I dare spoke during the holy experience!
sports – i never participated in them, but i enjoy watching them. especially football, i’m a big saints fan, and i’ve joined several fantasy football leagues. those keep me preoccupied watching sports channels on tv all the time, much to the chagrine of my husband.
i don’t particularly like sports. i like bowling, if that’s counted as one. i detest football, basketball is okay. i want to go to the 2012 Olympics but I’m worried about terrorist attacks. My brother likes sports, and people say I’m different to him. I’m a guy who doesn’t like sport. Coolio.
killing for fun.
The runner gather their last bit of strength to cross the finish line, even if he was last, even if he was limping. That was what it took to stay passionate to his sport. That was sportsmanship.