Part II
at football today, it came up that I was a 2nd degree black belt and I was going to kick anyones ass who got in my way. People looked at me different today I could tell they were deep in thought. Price-"you're serious? how long" me-"7 years" price-"NO SHIT!?" me-"no shit" price-"why did you do it? you can't really hurt anyone with it" I didn't really feel like explaining martial arts so I just staired at him. price-"why did you do it?" me-"I liked the exercise" price-"why do you play football" me-"change of pace. I have fun" price-"you do have fun, I see that." at first I didn't really think about that. But I thought about it later. I was never into football. I always wanted to get bigger, muscle wise. so as soon as chirstmas break was over I was going to follow sabatino and join the weightlifting team. Everyone on the weightlifting team was on the football team. At first I tried to stay away. I followed them to watch film. I wasn't sure where I was going but I followed them because I thought it was weightlifting. but it was football, brock said to just stay in here so i did. and that was the day I started football. I didn't understand the game at all. I'm still learning things. all kinds of things. I didn't have any idea the game was soo complex. I always thought it was who could hit the hardest and move the ball, but it's more than that. it's about seting up plays for the next one, misdirections, blocking, passing, tackling, play positions and much more. It's a hard game, my dad never encougaged me to play sports. he never took me outback and said "HAY SON! WANNA THROW SOME BALL!?" becasue he's a nerd and sticks to science. I love science. I find everything about it fascinating. I'm not going to force my son to play ball. I'll encourage him. I'll give him the chance that I never had. wait, that sounds familiar. OH YEA! it's what drives every parent to make a decision about anything. Thats why they do the asanie things they do, because they never got the chance to. My elbows are cut up. my ankle is still swolen, I think I sprained it. why do I keep using it. BAD SHARKFACE! I read this intense story about my gandma in the New Yorker. It's about her and her life and how she's always been poor and how she's had 3 divorces 5 kids and always working 2 jobs to have enough money to get by.
more later.
more later.