Sports are a great way to benefit an individual. Not only can they improve physiological health, but emotional health as well. Biology changes as endorphins are released into the body, making one feel happier. :)
The first question out of their mouths would be, “You’re a cheesehead right?”
She couldn’t mention her statehood without this prompt.
“If I said otherwise I’d be mauled,” she would think to herself.
It was through this repeated monologue that she began to realize the strength in solidarity, with or without conviction.
The first question out of their mouths would be, “You’re a cheesehead right?” She couldn’t mention her statehood without this prompt.
“If I said otherwise I’d be mauled” she would think to herself.
After a while, she began to realize the strength in solidarity, even when it was without conviction.
The first question out of their mouths would be, “You’re a cheesehead right?” She couldn’t mention her statehood without this prompt. “If I said otherwise I’d be mauled” she thought to herself. This is when she realized the strength in solidarity, even without conviction. Go Pack.
Sports are a competition at heart. They are devised to show supremacy and dominance. Humans naturally want to see who is better at something than others. Sports accomplish this by establishing a hierarchy of sorts. It’s like natural selection, based for the physically fit.
I keep getting sports as my one word, and it makes me sad. I honestly hate sports with a never ending passion. They take precedent over everything else in the grimy little town where I live, to the point where people are alarmed and have been known to faint when I tell them that I do not, in fact, play one.
Some people tell me that running isn’t a sport. It’s not a ball, so therefore, it’s not a sport.
Yet every time I hear somebody sneer at me for being a runner, because “cross country isn’t a real sport”, I just laugh, because they don’t know anything.
Running is as much of a sport as reading is an intellectual activity. Pushing through the pain, the comraderie of a team, pride in a win. What’s not a sport now?
Sports are easily one of the greatest gifts to this earth. They make me feel alive I am battling to stay alive. I am fighting for every last second. All you have is your body, no armor, no weapons.
sports fucking suck. Seriously, we’re told that they’re fun and good for your cardiovascular system and your social life, but really? why do people like them? there’s pain, there’s humiliation, there’s needless aggression and a lot of pressure placed on young children unnecessarily. In summation, I dislike sports
It isn’t a sport to treat people the way that you do. Maybe you forgot what it feels like to be insulted because you think you’re invisible. I’m tired of it and think that everyone else is to. Becoming a Jerk was way too easy for you and that probably isn’t a good sign.
not my thing. not at all. i said i can’t run a mile i have asthma and he said ‘well what are you going to do if you’re getting chased by a dog? you can’t say ‘hey dog i have asthma don’t chase me” and i said “I’d have to fight the dog because it’s worse to have an asthma attack and THEN get mauled by a dog, which would be my only other option.” Asshole.
Without sports, I would not be the same person I am today. I would not have the sense of self-discipline. I would not know the feeling of comradeship. I wouldn’t know what it feels like to belong to something important, and really count. Knowing that I make a difference on the court or the field makes me feel worthwhile.
As i sat on the line of scrimmage waiting to call hike, cath the ball, and throw the hail mary toward the end zone, i could feel the sweat dripping into my eye. i hesitated, dropped the ball, and my heart sank as a player for the other team landed on it.
volleyball, basketball…track and field…ultimate…these were some of the sports that i really enjoyed…especially in elementary…but slowly as high school and university approached…everything slowly trickled away…all gone…lost…how can i retrieve it?
Plain looking, brown eyes, blond hair, bites her nails when nervous, baby fat, can’t sing, loves cats, eats too much before bed, cries at the notebook, insecure and needy, beautiful smile, bad at sports, wonderful laugh.
She’s a handful, but i promise she’s worth it. Please buy her.
Plain looking, brown eyes, blond hair, bites her nails when nervous, baby fat, can’t sing, loves cats, eats too much before bed, cries at the notebook, insecure and needy, beautiful smile, wonderful laugh.
She’s a handful, but i promise she’s worth it. Please buy her.
All we’re missing are the dogs in this game we play with no half-time and no rests, just constant play till one of us is bloody and the other is broken and neither of us is better than when we started.
i dislike team sports
team sports always seem like they’re trying to confine the natural, raw competitiveness of the individual by combining their efforts, their spirit for the game, with that of others.
we like sports and we don’t care who knows. I hate glenn beck, but i hate a rod more. big big dbag. Ha not even worth my time. That’s idiotic. He’s one of the best to ever play the game.
My life. A way to learn the rules of life while having fun. Not just the rules, but lessons in life. A way to stay in shape while having fun. More than just a game. An escape. Something you can retreat to when nothing else is going your way.
Ugh. Really? I come here to get some inspiration to write and I get the word “sports!?” I mean, common, I wanted to be all emotional and artsy. I wanted to express angst and I get “sports.”
Few things can change a person the way that a sport can. I’m a prime example. Before I started running I had no athletic ability – I couldn’t even bench the bar. But being athletic means more than getting in shape and building muscle – being part of a team and committing to something bigger than yourself is life-changing.
Sports was a very big event in his school. Too bad that he couldn’t do anything in sports, because his hand-eyes coordination sucked big time. How could he improve? If he didn’t improve soon, he would never catch any girl’s attention. Why, just look at the guys who had girlfriends, they were all good in some sport. He was good in soccer, he was good in baseball, he was good in water polo, they were all good at something, except for him.
sports are hard. but in order to be good at sports you have to practice everyday because practice makes perfect. i played some sports. cross country was my favorite sport but most people say running isn’t a sport. but my sport is your sports punishment.
I never liked sports. I don’t know why I don’t. But…when you are such a klutz whose face was always meant to hit the floor…it wasn’t such a weird thing to hate.
Sports were all he thought about. Sports, sports, sports. Soon everything became a sport to him. girls, school, dogs, and even work. He couldn’t get enough and soon enough he had burned through all of his desires to compete and found himself sitting on the deck chair with a pitcher of margaritas and a pack of Marlboros in a robe in the late afternoon.
I was sitting in the sports room when he came in. It wasn’t anything big, but he noticed me just as much as I noticed him. Should I say hi? Smile? Nod? Go back to work? He said hello first. I smiled and held back whatever awkward words would stumble out from between my lips to make me sounder even younger than I am. God. Why couldn’t this be easy?
there’s nothing to say and there’s everything to say. It’s what brings them together, it’s what tears them apart. They can’t agree on what they’re actually doing; they’re a team, dammit, but for some reason that’s not what it feels like today. Today it just feels like bodies moving separately from each other, instead of the usual simple unison.
They thunk off you, the cleats hitting the ground, the clods of earth kicking up into your teeth. They thunk, the clattering feet running down the pitch, ball in hand, a herd of boys running after. The bewilderment. Why care? Why do this? Why compete? What has that team ever done to me?
I couldn’t help it — I closed my eyes, laid my head on the grass, and went back in time again.
What was it that drew me to her first? I’ll be honest. It was her lithe, athletic body, maneuvering through every circus obstacle and trick like they were all just child’s play. But, captured in her graceful theatrics, I could see her personality shining through. She was the kind of person who loved life and everything it had to offer. I decided I had to find her after the show was over.
love them. i am alright at them. FUNNN! field hockey is the best. packers are the best. along with bengals. jfdlghagkdfhgs; this is intense. that is all. :)
I enjoy sports. I used to say I love sports, but now I just enjoy it. What’s the difference? Loving something makes it all consuming. I love my family. But sports is a past time now. I’m a casual fan and participant of sports, and I’m content with that. Because I want the things that I love to be the things that truly matter to me.
Sports were never Timmy’s thing. Chess, sure. But soccer, football, even badminton, never. It wasn’t that he was bad at any of these things. It was the time spent with the other guys in the locker room right before getting changed. You see, Timmy had a third nipple.
me gusta mucho el deporte el deporte que desde niño me acaricia con sus locuras sin sentido ese deporte que mi abuelo me enseño como distracción, como escape y como aproximación a la belleza, el deporte, los deportes, ellos…
Sports always scared me. I would never participate. I would run away, cry, and hide behind a tree. All different kinds of sports lead to the same; the social sport.
Sports, vigorous activities done by humans to challenge our physical fibers and inner animal in hopes of victory. I’ve always resented sports, pointless competitions between two or more that really proves nothing.
I hate sports. Really. When I was younger, I used to think that I wanted to play soccer, but then I was pulled out of school to be home schooled, and that thought went in the trash.
Now, I occasionally only play volleyball. I’m horrible at it.
The only sport I’m really good at is chess, if that counts. I’ve been told it’s a sport.
Who cares anyway, about sports. Really, I’ll stick to my books. And my writing. It’s so much better.
Sports are a great way to benefit an individual. Not only can they improve physiological health, but emotional health as well. Biology changes as endorphins are released into the body, making one feel happier. :)
The first question out of their mouths would be, “You’re a cheesehead right?”
She couldn’t mention her statehood without this prompt.
“If I said otherwise I’d be mauled,” she would think to herself.
It was through this repeated monologue that she began to realize the strength in solidarity, with or without conviction.
Go Pack.
The first question out of their mouths would be, “You’re a cheesehead right?” She couldn’t mention her statehood without this prompt.
“If I said otherwise I’d be mauled” she would think to herself.
After a while, she began to realize the strength in solidarity, even when it was without conviction.
Go Pack.
The first question out of their mouths would be, “You’re a cheesehead right?” She couldn’t mention her statehood without this prompt. “If I said otherwise I’d be mauled” she thought to herself. This is when she realized the strength in solidarity, even without conviction. Go Pack.
Sports are a competition at heart. They are devised to show supremacy and dominance. Humans naturally want to see who is better at something than others. Sports accomplish this by establishing a hierarchy of sorts. It’s like natural selection, based for the physically fit.
I keep getting sports as my one word, and it makes me sad. I honestly hate sports with a never ending passion. They take precedent over everything else in the grimy little town where I live, to the point where people are alarmed and have been known to faint when I tell them that I do not, in fact, play one.
Some people tell me that running isn’t a sport. It’s not a ball, so therefore, it’s not a sport.
Yet every time I hear somebody sneer at me for being a runner, because “cross country isn’t a real sport”, I just laugh, because they don’t know anything.
Running is as much of a sport as reading is an intellectual activity. Pushing through the pain, the comraderie of a team, pride in a win. What’s not a sport now?
Sports are easily one of the greatest gifts to this earth. They make me feel alive I am battling to stay alive. I am fighting for every last second. All you have is your body, no armor, no weapons.
A spur of motivation and the spirit to excel. A physical test against mankind. Pushing you to the limits, sports blaze dearly in our hearts.
sports fucking suck. Seriously, we’re told that they’re fun and good for your cardiovascular system and your social life, but really? why do people like them? there’s pain, there’s humiliation, there’s needless aggression and a lot of pressure placed on young children unnecessarily. In summation, I dislike sports
It isn’t a sport to treat people the way that you do. Maybe you forgot what it feels like to be insulted because you think you’re invisible. I’m tired of it and think that everyone else is to. Becoming a Jerk was way too easy for you and that probably isn’t a good sign.
not my thing. not at all. i said i can’t run a mile i have asthma and he said ‘well what are you going to do if you’re getting chased by a dog? you can’t say ‘hey dog i have asthma don’t chase me” and i said “I’d have to fight the dog because it’s worse to have an asthma attack and THEN get mauled by a dog, which would be my only other option.” Asshole.
Without sports, I would not be the same person I am today. I would not have the sense of self-discipline. I would not know the feeling of comradeship. I wouldn’t know what it feels like to belong to something important, and really count. Knowing that I make a difference on the court or the field makes me feel worthwhile.
I was never really good at sports, though I loved playing soccer, and I loved running, until I had my spinal surgery and could no longer run.
As i sat on the line of scrimmage waiting to call hike, cath the ball, and throw the hail mary toward the end zone, i could feel the sweat dripping into my eye. i hesitated, dropped the ball, and my heart sank as a player for the other team landed on it.
volleyball, basketball…track and field…ultimate…these were some of the sports that i really enjoyed…especially in elementary…but slowly as high school and university approached…everything slowly trickled away…all gone…lost…how can i retrieve it?
Plain looking, brown eyes, blond hair, bites her nails when nervous, baby fat, can’t sing, loves cats, eats too much before bed, cries at the notebook, insecure and needy, beautiful smile, bad at sports, wonderful laugh.
She’s a handful, but i promise she’s worth it. Please buy her.
Plain looking, brown eyes, blond hair, bites her nails when nervous, baby fat, can’t sing, loves cats, eats too much before bed, cries at the notebook, insecure and needy, beautiful smile, wonderful laugh.
She’s a handful, but i promise she’s worth it. Please buy her.
All we’re missing are the dogs in this game we play with no half-time and no rests, just constant play till one of us is bloody and the other is broken and neither of us is better than when we started.
i dislike team sports
team sports always seem like they’re trying to confine the natural, raw competitiveness of the individual by combining their efforts, their spirit for the game, with that of others.
we like sports and we don’t care who knows. I hate glenn beck, but i hate a rod more. big big dbag. Ha not even worth my time. That’s idiotic. He’s one of the best to ever play the game.
My life. A way to learn the rules of life while having fun. Not just the rules, but lessons in life. A way to stay in shape while having fun. More than just a game. An escape. Something you can retreat to when nothing else is going your way.
Ugh. Really? I come here to get some inspiration to write and I get the word “sports!?” I mean, common, I wanted to be all emotional and artsy. I wanted to express angst and I get “sports.”
Few things can change a person the way that a sport can. I’m a prime example. Before I started running I had no athletic ability – I couldn’t even bench the bar. But being athletic means more than getting in shape and building muscle – being part of a team and committing to something bigger than yourself is life-changing.
Sports was a very big event in his school. Too bad that he couldn’t do anything in sports, because his hand-eyes coordination sucked big time. How could he improve? If he didn’t improve soon, he would never catch any girl’s attention. Why, just look at the guys who had girlfriends, they were all good in some sport. He was good in soccer, he was good in baseball, he was good in water polo, they were all good at something, except for him.
sports are hard. but in order to be good at sports you have to practice everyday because practice makes perfect. i played some sports. cross country was my favorite sport but most people say running isn’t a sport. but my sport is your sports punishment.
I never liked sports. I don’t know why I don’t. But…when you are such a klutz whose face was always meant to hit the floor…it wasn’t such a weird thing to hate.
Sports were all he thought about. Sports, sports, sports. Soon everything became a sport to him. girls, school, dogs, and even work. He couldn’t get enough and soon enough he had burned through all of his desires to compete and found himself sitting on the deck chair with a pitcher of margaritas and a pack of Marlboros in a robe in the late afternoon.
I was sitting in the sports room when he came in. It wasn’t anything big, but he noticed me just as much as I noticed him. Should I say hi? Smile? Nod? Go back to work? He said hello first. I smiled and held back whatever awkward words would stumble out from between my lips to make me sounder even younger than I am. God. Why couldn’t this be easy?
there’s nothing to say and there’s everything to say. It’s what brings them together, it’s what tears them apart. They can’t agree on what they’re actually doing; they’re a team, dammit, but for some reason that’s not what it feels like today. Today it just feels like bodies moving separately from each other, instead of the usual simple unison.
They thunk off you, the cleats hitting the ground, the clods of earth kicking up into your teeth. They thunk, the clattering feet running down the pitch, ball in hand, a herd of boys running after. The bewilderment. Why care? Why do this? Why compete? What has that team ever done to me?
I couldn’t help it — I closed my eyes, laid my head on the grass, and went back in time again.
What was it that drew me to her first? I’ll be honest. It was her lithe, athletic body, maneuvering through every circus obstacle and trick like they were all just child’s play. But, captured in her graceful theatrics, I could see her personality shining through. She was the kind of person who loved life and everything it had to offer. I decided I had to find her after the show was over.
love them. i am alright at them. FUNNN! field hockey is the best. packers are the best. along with bengals. jfdlghagkdfhgs; this is intense. that is all. :)
I enjoy sports. I used to say I love sports, but now I just enjoy it. What’s the difference? Loving something makes it all consuming. I love my family. But sports is a past time now. I’m a casual fan and participant of sports, and I’m content with that. Because I want the things that I love to be the things that truly matter to me.
Sports were never Timmy’s thing. Chess, sure. But soccer, football, even badminton, never. It wasn’t that he was bad at any of these things. It was the time spent with the other guys in the locker room right before getting changed. You see, Timmy had a third nipple.
I have always wanted to play Basketball- Its the best form of sports to me. I wanted to emulate Michale Jordan, but am a little too short for that !!
Sports brings out the best in you. It did for me. My sense of team spirit awakened by playing sports.
me gusta mucho el deporte el deporte que desde niño me acaricia con sus locuras sin sentido ese deporte que mi abuelo me enseño como distracción, como escape y como aproximación a la belleza, el deporte, los deportes, ellos…
Sports always scared me. I would never participate. I would run away, cry, and hide behind a tree. All different kinds of sports lead to the same; the social sport.
Sports, vigorous activities done by humans to challenge our physical fibers and inner animal in hopes of victory. I’ve always resented sports, pointless competitions between two or more that really proves nothing.
I hate sports. Really. When I was younger, I used to think that I wanted to play soccer, but then I was pulled out of school to be home schooled, and that thought went in the trash.
Now, I occasionally only play volleyball. I’m horrible at it.
The only sport I’m really good at is chess, if that counts. I’ve been told it’s a sport.
Who cares anyway, about sports. Really, I’ll stick to my books. And my writing. It’s so much better.