I don't have a lot of regrets in my life. If forced to name them, I have a list of three to choose from, but people laughed at me the one time I talked about how I forever regret choosing to study for my constitutional law exam instead of attending my very first Brad Paisley concert,
Me and sports, we have a mutual understanding. Our relationship is fine so long as I don't cross a certain line. That not-so-thin line between observing and playing.
I'd like to whack the person who came up with the saying "practice makes perfect"--and slap anyone who continues to use it. Practice ain't no good when you've
Far too often, we appreciate greatness only in retrospect. We remember what happened then, before and after and realize, relatively, that the person or the event was great.
But in rare times, we know when we're a witness to greatness of historical proportions and we don't want to miss a minute of it.
In a chain of conversation even I am not sure of how it transpired, the dinner conversation tonight focused on a fun game/debate, "Is this a sport"?
The following were "sports" which either became a subject during dinner or which I think are somewhat dubious as a "sport." Tell me what you think--I've added my own