While watching my daughter play soccer this weekend and the testimony of all of its potential as an athlete I fell asleep in a dream. As I entered his late thirties, and my body is beginning to show signs of deterioration, I decided that this May will be my last chance to play professional sports. Ah, but what we are best suited to sports. Let's look at going through my favorites.
There is football as my daughter. Imagine the thrill of scoring the winning goal, or hearing the crowd chanting my name as I single-handedly weaving through defenses at speeds so fast that the wind blows my hair back to look like a thoroughbred horse's mane. Wait, I'm balding and knees hurt when I run. Football certainly has a lot of running. I better move on.
Basketball has always been my favorite sport growing up. I used to have one hell of a jump shot in my day. I could sink three to drop a hat. I remember this game I hit seven three points lead my team to victory. Of course that same day, John Lund elbow thrown at me and knocked out a tooth. That's five visits to the dentist to get that thing right. Ok, non-contact sport. This eliminates the basketball, boxing, football ... many of my favorites.
Here we go. Baseball. There is very little contact in baseball, and even when I can easily avoid. If I play the ground I could not even work up a sweat. Unless, of course it was hot on game day. And they play during the summer. I have very fair skin and burn easily. Now think of those harmful UV rays of the sun May just be an invitation for skin damage. I better stick to non-contact, indoor sports.
to see what sports are there that I'm good at that do not involve outside or have any contacts? I was always terrible at billiards. I can not even hit the white alone sink another ball. I was good at table tennis for a while until everyone started calling me Forrest Gump and tells me, "Stupid is as stupid does". People can be mean.
How about swimming? No contact, no sunlight and low impact, so it would not be hurting your knees or hips like I do when I walk more than fifteen steps a day. Oh wait a minute. Is swimming the one where you put your face in the fluid that is not suitable for breathing, if you people? Yes, I am trying to put myself očuvati.Posljednji I have significant swimming was when I was eleven. I was over my uncle Jack's house, which is above ground swimming pool. You know the ones. They say "no diving" around the outside. So I was eleven, and did not know the meaning of fear or common sense. I dove in headfirst and head forward is exactly how I hit rock bottom. After that I trouble finding my way to the surface and had to be pulled from the depths of the treacherous four feet of water. Never again.
There must be some sports out there that some thirty men can still be significant in. I'm just not thinking hard enough. Chess is fun, but I still do not understand enough to go in December I like the little guys that look like horses. I always make mine gallop when I move it. People get mad at me, but how can you take a horse that seriously? And why should the horse actually attack a small castle or the king. The whole game is crazy in my opinion. I like games that are realistic, such as solitaire. One man against an entire deck of cards. This game is a metaphor for life. One card at the time of deciding your fate. Miss the chance, and you never discover the May ASA.
Sorry, where were we? Keep me going in December So fans do not seem to exist May be a professional sport for me after all. My time has come and gone. It is young people worldwide. The elders are just here to be viewers who will inherit the earth. I think it's time for me to get on with my mid-life crisis, buy a motorcycle and get a tattoo. Although it looks as if tattoos hurt and motorcycle to overturn. Maybe I'll just write this article and then go take a nap. Anyway, I my thirty-seven.
