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My neighbor heard me yelling at the end of the basketball game (my guys down by 9 with under 4 minutes to play, three lead changes in the final minute--I was perfectly justified!). "How are you still single when you're so into sports?" she said.
Grr.
My type of boy is not a sports kind of boy. It's infinitely frustrating. The last guy I was kind of interested in was so clueless that in order to make him understand my joy over the 2004 ALCS, I had to: outline how playoffs work in baseball, mention that the Red Sox hadn't won the World series in 86 years, give a brief history of the rivalry with the Yankees, and explain bits of game 4 with a brief excursion into the land of Mariano Rivera backstory. Such was his ignorance that I was a little surprised I didn't have to remind him that the team with the most points at the end wins.
Surely the universe in its infinite variety has created one boy I would find cute and interesting who also likes sports?
Grr.
My type of boy is not a sports kind of boy. It's infinitely frustrating. The last guy I was kind of interested in was so clueless that in order to make him understand my joy over the 2004 ALCS, I had to: outline how playoffs work in baseball, mention that the Red Sox hadn't won the World series in 86 years, give a brief history of the rivalry with the Yankees, and explain bits of game 4 with a brief excursion into the land of Mariano Rivera backstory. Such was his ignorance that I was a little surprised I didn't have to remind him that the team with the most points at the end wins.
Surely the universe in its infinite variety has created one boy I would find cute and interesting who also likes sports?
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