Why do sports exist? Why are they such a big thing? What's fun about watching other people do things!?
I would argue that there is no wrong time for jazz hands.
It drives me crazy when sometimes I encounter guys acting like girls that don't like sports say so because we just don't understand them. That couldn't be more wrong. I could easily explain the difference between a layup and free throw, but that doesn't make it any less pointless to me. I know what a fourth down is; I just don't care.
Okay, I'm not saying I hate sports or anything, just that I don't understand the hype around them. Everyone's entitled to their opinion, but I personally don't get joy from seeing other people do physical activity. To me that's like spending $5 to sit in the gym and watch people sweat. If you're into that more power to you, but it just doesn't seem to serve a purpose to me.This weekend I went to a friend's track meet, which proved to be an interesting and only slightly traumatic event. There were yelling parents and little siblings all over the place, but the general air of sweatiness is what stood out most to me. I felt kind of gross being in an enclosed space with these people burning all those calories, but I managed to stay for a while. The next day I decided to ask Alice, the friend I was at the meet to see, what the big deal was. When I told her I don't get why people play sports, she said, "It teaches you, like, determination...and friendship." Hmm sounds fake to me, but sure.
