I'm a deeply [i:4eb7de66c7] non[/i:4eb7de66c7]-sports-minded person. But, if pressed, I'd much rather play than watch other people playing.
That said, though, I'll confess I once got sucked into a boxing match. I'm ashamed of it, because I'm [i:4eb7de66c7] sooooooo[/i:4eb7de66c7] opposed to boxing. But I can appreciate the appeal. It was dramatic. It was brutal and horrifying and senseless. I felt like a Neanderthal. But I was totally captivated.
I do understand the appeal of sports, I really do. I just have little interest in it myself.
Now, how I get out of doing things I don't want to? It depends entirely on the circumstances. And, also, how likely I am to be caught in a lie. If the phone rings, it's easy to say, "Tell whoever it is I'm not home." But if someone's standing right in front of me? Ah...crap...it's hard to say no, you know? So I usually just end up doing whatever it is.
There [i:4eb7de66c7] are[/i:4eb7de66c7] a handful of people, however, upon whom I love to practice my no-saying skills. Lucky folks, they are.
Who wants some girls with glasses? Alas, no Amber, but hey.
Sometimes, I really miss being a kid. This helps.
Hope everyone has a fantastic weekend.
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Go Broncos Go! Deltha bounced back nicely after last week's blunder-fest and hey, how about that o-line? They allowed Portis to put up 102 yards and kept Griese's pants clean and white, just like we like 'em.