A Ball and a Stick
I’m not a baseball fan.
Actually, I’m not a sports fan of any kind. I like soccer ok enough but mostly because I think most soccer players are hot. Baseball though in particular is too slow for me and it just can’t keep my attention.
Living in Massachusetts I pretty much have to hide my feelings about baseball, it’s not quite as bad as being a Yankee fan but not caring about baseball gets you some pretty awful looks at times. You’d think I told them about my 16 year old boyfriend or something, sheesh!
But I do my best to get by in a very baseball driven state.
Sometimes during a big game I’ll quickly switch to the channel and I find myself happy when they score a touchdown.
I also get really excited when there is a slapshot, I cheer even though nobody knows what I’m talking about the next day.
Of course I hope the player doesn’t travel with the ball because we don’t want a time out or anything.
So don’t go giving me a hard time just because I missed the super bowl this past weekend, ok? Desperate Housewives was on, I’ll just have to catch it next week.