So I went to the last home basketball of the season last night. Actually I went to two games, the girls and the guys games. They were playing against Willamette University, and both teams won. but this blog is not about the Pacific Athletic Department, it is about ME! So enough of that. I don't even remember what the scores were...look them up if you care. I really meant for this blog to be a bit of a rant about the jerk who sat behind me during the guys game.
First off, I am not really a sports fan, but, I thought since I had not much better to do, and since I hadn't been to a game here before I would go. Also, the pep band was playing, and of course I went to support them. Anyway, during the girls game there was hardly anyone in the stands and I had space to sit without anyone bothering me. When the guys game started I was surrounded by strangers...who really like sports. The game was down to the last couple minutes and the uber-fans in front of me took to their feet. I couldn't see, but I wasn't really in the mood to stand yet. I wasn't that enthused it seemed like that clock was stuck. Anytime the ball was in play it only dropped about 3 seconds then there was a foul. So as the clock dripped down this jerk starts yelling at people who were still sitting down, myself included, to stand up. I just ignored him and continued to crane my neck around the wall of people in front of me. The ass then decided to hit me in the back of the head!
Oh, I just about killed him, not to mention his buddy who had been crowding me for most of the game had knocked my stuff under the bleachers. I was ticked.
That is all for now...I don't really have anything else to rant about. Here is a poem that I like just for fun.
i carry your heart with me- ee cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder thats keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
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