That Week between Sports Seasons

The dreaded week between high school sports seasons. Now, explain to me, Niskayuna. Why is there a week long gap between fall sports, winter sports, and spring sports? I, personally, know for an unquestionable fact that I do not and will not work out during this week. In fact, I will probably eat more calories than anyone thought possible for my body weight. For example, the other day for a mid-afternoon snack, I ate three bagels. 
In
A
Row.
And all for the sake of an afternoon snack. The only thing I can achieve during this break is to lose the muscle I gained all over again. I fall out of shape, I eat more than I should, I forget to drink any water, and I'll be in deep doo-doo for next week, when my spring sport of rowing rolls around again.

The process, in chronological order, goes something like this:

WINTER SPORT

...or maybe something like this, but still. It's a sport. It gets me in shape. 

WEEK OFF

which escalates to

SPRING SPORTS BEGIN

Oh wait...I was just kidding. 

Actual representation:

And that is why we absolutely should NOT have a rest week between sports. 

The most fun of all activities: Bowling

I don't mean bowling as a sport. Or even a competitive recreational activity. I mean bowling with my mother, my step-dad, my eleven year old brother and seven year old sister. YAY FAMILY BONDING. Except...not. As much as I love them, half way through the second game and a basket of nachos coated in fake cheese , I just wanted to go home. And so did the rest of us. 

Although, while we were there, we did have some valuable family time together that doesn't usually happen with the hustle and bustle of all three of the kids' different activities. It proved to be a funny experience, since we have quite the diverse collection of skill level when it comes to bowling.

My Step-Dad looked something like this:

Getting a strike EVERY TIME. 

My mom looks like this:

My brother:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbOEjiAXYlQ

My sister:

and...

Me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GL88d8XLoWQ

Bowling...needless to say, is not my sport. 

But, the game is ALWAYS a good time.  

It taught me that no matter how awful the time you spend with your family is, a good laugh always comes out of it. It may be at the expense of others, but humans are savages, and bad humor is somehow hysterical to our kind. But, all in all, your family is as close as anyone can get to you. No matter how much you get on each others' nerves, they will be there for you for LIFE, and that's the most important thing of all. 

I am a ginger

I am a ginger. Sometimes, that term is considered an insult. Some gingers become offended at the use of the term. I like to think of it less as derogatory, but more as description. Like saying someone is Italian, or pale, or likes ice cream. YUM. The first time I learned about the term "ginger" is when this video came out, of a very angry and misunderstood ginger that must have been getting loads of hate for his creamsicle locks, and the fact that those locks apparently dubbed him as soulless.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EY39fkmqKBM

And then other very insulting things, such as these. Which don't make quite a lot of sense, but provide for a very humorous abhorrence for the ginger race.

oo...apparently they've never heard of gingers without an overwhelming amount of freckles! 

"THE SUN: Burning gingers so we don't have to"

^^Self Explanatory^^

And so, in conclusion, I believe in myself. I believe in the fact that I have a soul, that I am a nice person, and that I don't need a cure. Or sunscreen every time I step outside. Or a frightening lack of freckles. 

Just my thoughts for the day. 

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