I, Sports fan.
From the dream archives (and dedicated to nef):
A while ago I dreamed that I was sitting in a bar eavesdropping on an insanely long winded discussion of sports. I don't need dreams for this kind of thing, it happens all the time. I don't really follow professional sports, at least not the ones on television in the U.S., and this fact has often made me a conversational outcast. Back in the dream I was fed up with that. I had had enough. I resolved then and there to become a sports fanatic.
The dream skipped forward and I found myself in my room, which was not my room in the real world, but some amalgamation of all the rooms I have ever lived in on my own, except my walls were draped with memorabilia from two different sports: Sumo and Cricket. There were posters of (presumably) famous sumo wrestlers, there were grass stained cricket bats, trophies with bowlers mid-throw and a bunch of random paraphernalia that, I have no doubt, are not in any way associated with either sport.
When I woke up from this dream, I was really excited to make it a reality. I decided that I would, in fact, learn everything about sumo and cricket and when people launched into their drivel about who traded whom or who threw or hit what where and when, I'd riposte with details on the latest sumo match and bore them into submission by recounting cricket matches. This enthusiasm lasted only about a day before it crawled slowly onto a mental back burner where it evaporated into the idea equivalent of a milk stain. Occasionally, however, I still check the torrent sites for recordings of grand sumo matches. (By the way, when searching for torrents of sumo, one pr0n torrent always turns up entitled Girl Sumo School! Wtf?)
A while ago I dreamed that I was sitting in a bar eavesdropping on an insanely long winded discussion of sports. I don't need dreams for this kind of thing, it happens all the time. I don't really follow professional sports, at least not the ones on television in the U.S., and this fact has often made me a conversational outcast. Back in the dream I was fed up with that. I had had enough. I resolved then and there to become a sports fanatic.
The dream skipped forward and I found myself in my room, which was not my room in the real world, but some amalgamation of all the rooms I have ever lived in on my own, except my walls were draped with memorabilia from two different sports: Sumo and Cricket. There were posters of (presumably) famous sumo wrestlers, there were grass stained cricket bats, trophies with bowlers mid-throw and a bunch of random paraphernalia that, I have no doubt, are not in any way associated with either sport.
When I woke up from this dream, I was really excited to make it a reality. I decided that I would, in fact, learn everything about sumo and cricket and when people launched into their drivel about who traded whom or who threw or hit what where and when, I'd riposte with details on the latest sumo match and bore them into submission by recounting cricket matches. This enthusiasm lasted only about a day before it crawled slowly onto a mental back burner where it evaporated into the idea equivalent of a milk stain. Occasionally, however, I still check the torrent sites for recordings of grand sumo matches. (By the way, when searching for torrents of sumo, one pr0n torrent always turns up entitled Girl Sumo School! Wtf?)