Talk to any of my friends or family members and they’ll tell you that I’m one of the most uncoordinated people they have ever met. I trip over everything and anything, and most of the time it’s just my own two feet.
Despite this I have played every sport under the sun and guess what? I pretty much sucked butt. I liked socializing more that I did playing. Oh well, what can I say?
The affect that my lack of athletic skills has on my outlook on sports has been all but positive. I can’t shoot a three-pointer for the life of me and no way in heck am I able to score a goal in soccer. This doesn’t matter though because I absolutely love watching sports.
Why? Because anything can happen. Trust me on this, I go to a school that embodies this very statement.
There are millions of stories about how an unranked team beat a number one team. Or how an athlete was told they would never play again because of an unthinkable injury and the next thing you know they are scoring a game winning touchdown. Anything can happen, folks.
Sports bring excitement to people’s lives. I can’t even tell you how many times I have been at a game and have seen an old man or woman screaming their heads off like a high school kid because their team just won the game in the last second.
Sports have a way for bringing people to life and making strangers into friends (or enemies).
So while you won’t find me playing sports any time soon, you can definetly find me cheering on my favorite teams.
And since a blog post without any pictures can be boring:
My friends and I at the Sweet Sixteen game in New Orleans.
At the National Championship game in Houston-We lost, don’t talk to me about it. Still not ready and don’t think I’ll ever be ready.
Got to meet Dick Vitale in Houston. Pretty sweet if I do say so myself.
Alright, I could go on forever with pictures so I’m gonna stop.




