Grab My Flag and See What Happens.

As far as sports go, I’m not very good.

I know, I know, I’m good at everything. But really I’m not—don’t let my good hair days fool you.

And I’ve figured out why I’m not a gifted athlete.

It’s because I’m smart.

Hear me out: in almost every sport, there is a ball flying at you.

Me (smart person)? Yeah, I’m definitely going to duck.

You (dumb/athletic person)? You’re going to run around, looking into the sky, hoping that you can catch it before it disfigures your face.

Putting all of that aside, however, I signed up for Iota Chi softball. And flag football.

Softball was laughable. I hardly ever played because I NEVER HIT THE BALL! One time I got to pity-run, which was ya know, not embarrassing at all.

I turned things around with football, though.

The coaches put me on the defensive line and MY, OH MY I took some girls out.

Our team ended up making it to the Small Club Sports Championship, and while we lost in over-time, it was a great game.

So I renig my previous statement. I’m not terrible at sports, I’m terrible at softball.

As far as football? Mad. Skills.

 

 

I amand don’t let my war paint intimidate you.