Dear MLB post-season: Meet the Rangers. Oh, you've already met? That's right. Sorry for my mistake. I'm still not used to my main men OWNING. I plan on them transcending the "3rd time's the charm" cliche. I mean, who needs 3 tries when you win it all in 2? Your thoughtful fan, Linley.
Yes, America/world, it's happening again. My favorite, favorite celebrities are marching into the post- season with a nice little lead. No wildcard for them--they earned it all. I'm so proud of my Rangers. They are seriously amazing and I love them so much. So claws, antlers...and whatever that cobra thing is. But they can rock it and for that I am grateful. Thank you boys for giving Texas pro-sports a good name because we know that Jerry isn't doing it for us.
In one week, The Son of Neptune debuts into the world. That's right, fellow nerds, Rick Riordan's second installment of the "Heroes of Olympus" series hits the stores and I plan to ride my bike over to my car (yeah, my car is parked that far away...ugh) and get over to Barnes and Noble...right after my history test. It is a blessing indeed that my two tests next week fall on Monday and Tuesday so the rest of my day can be spent in Greek/Roman mythology. And, sorry Dr. Brooks, but mythology is way more interesting than the Puritans and "Common Sense". Personal preference; don't be offended. After reading the released first chapter months ago, I've been awaiting this day May. And it's so close to me I can practically feel the paper in my fingers. Don't judge me and my nerdiness. I embrace it wholeheartedly.
So, being a Pine Cove counselor has been my dream since the day I stepped foot onto that camp... 5 summers ago. Yesterday, I interviewed to be a counselor (when did I get this old?). I was nervous out of my mind and it sounded like I was going to cry the whole time because my voice was all janked up from me hollering my brains out at the football game on Saturday, but I wasn't. Except for when she asked about my most traumatic event (the death of my grandfather). Then I kind of got choked up. Otherwise though, I was good. After my interview, I went back to my dorm and was about to head upstairs when I saw the Sky Ranch table. Sky Ranch and Pine Cove are very similar--both awesome youth Christian camps who exist to serve and minister. On a whim, I stopped and talked to the guy at the table and ended up signing up for an interview the next morning (this morning). I applied online last night and had my interview and it was fantastic. And if both camps offer me a job, I honestly don't know which one I would choose. They both seemed so solid and amazing and it would be an honor to be one of the "cool counselors" for their camps. But we'll see what God's got in store for me. He'll provide what He wants me doing this summer and I'm pumped to see what it is.
But major bummer: I'm sick. Headache, weak, congested nose and throat, stomach not happy with me. The works. I think I'm just exhausted. School and staying up late has finally gotten a strong hold on me and now it's time for this girl to take some Advil sinus medicine and sleep until the cows come home... or when my alarm goes off. I'm going home this weekend (yippee!) and will be all doctored up and rest in my big bed (though my school bed is pretty comfy too). I also think a reason for my sickness was that I ran around in the rain last night. That couldn't have been too helpful. Darn thunderstorm. We need the rain, but couldn't it have waited until I was back in my dorm? Apparently not. So now my bike is still all the way across campus and I couldn't go to Breakaway tonight because of my sickness. Ick. Not fun.
So that's a nice update on my life, world. Sorry I haven't been blogging much. I've got notes to write, homework to do, people to Facebook stalk...it's a busy life I lead. But I'll try to keep you posted.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Tests...and other thoughts
So, today is Thursday. It's the first day of autumn (the autumnal equinox...thank you, astronomy) and, in College Station, it's going to be a pleasant, fall-y 94 degrees outside. The pleasures of humidity and Texas.
I have my astronomy test today and, from a knowledge standpoint, I got this. I get all of it. I could tell you really strange, irrelevant facts about the solar system and it would be great fun. But the math part of it? Yeah, no. I have no idea what I'm doing on that standpoint. Some things are pretty straightforward and I'll have my formula sheet, but I honestly don't know what some of the variables stand for. So that's going to be a hurtle I'm going to have to jump over. But I'll probably end up stumbling over it, falling on my face, and losing. I really, really hate math. Memorize or reason through something? I'm your girl. Tell you how to find the mass of a star a bajillion lightyears away? No thank you.
But my day doesn't end with my astronomy test. Nope. Afterward, I have to go straight to my history class, across campus and really annoyingly close to my dorm/my bed, and sit and be bored out of my mind for 75 minutes. Great professor, but I already know American history. Thanks, and gig 'em. After history, I go back to the astronomy building out in kingdom come, just short of five and a half zillion miles from my dorm/civilization for a two hour lab that won't set me free until 6:00pm. And when I get that lab notebook checked off, I will get on my little maroon Shwinn and haul across campus like there's no tomorrow. At 7, I'm meeting friends for dinner at the best dining hall on campus and when I get home from that, I get my reward.
Castle, Survivor, possibly Pan Am and CSI, Facebook, Twitter, and Skype. I have grounded myself from all of my favorite things (except for the Rangers, I watched them win last night after I'd done some major studying) so I could get work done (and I was largely successful). No social networking was a killer when it was so available, but it was by sheer will power alone that I did it and was able to study. WIN!
Later, I'll post some revelations I had while studying/stressing/walking across campus/at Breakaway/at ASC. But right now, astronomy beckons my name once again.
I have my astronomy test today and, from a knowledge standpoint, I got this. I get all of it. I could tell you really strange, irrelevant facts about the solar system and it would be great fun. But the math part of it? Yeah, no. I have no idea what I'm doing on that standpoint. Some things are pretty straightforward and I'll have my formula sheet, but I honestly don't know what some of the variables stand for. So that's going to be a hurtle I'm going to have to jump over. But I'll probably end up stumbling over it, falling on my face, and losing. I really, really hate math. Memorize or reason through something? I'm your girl. Tell you how to find the mass of a star a bajillion lightyears away? No thank you.
But my day doesn't end with my astronomy test. Nope. Afterward, I have to go straight to my history class, across campus and really annoyingly close to my dorm/my bed, and sit and be bored out of my mind for 75 minutes. Great professor, but I already know American history. Thanks, and gig 'em. After history, I go back to the astronomy building out in kingdom come, just short of five and a half zillion miles from my dorm/civilization for a two hour lab that won't set me free until 6:00pm. And when I get that lab notebook checked off, I will get on my little maroon Shwinn and haul across campus like there's no tomorrow. At 7, I'm meeting friends for dinner at the best dining hall on campus and when I get home from that, I get my reward.
Castle, Survivor, possibly Pan Am and CSI, Facebook, Twitter, and Skype. I have grounded myself from all of my favorite things (except for the Rangers, I watched them win last night after I'd done some major studying) so I could get work done (and I was largely successful). No social networking was a killer when it was so available, but it was by sheer will power alone that I did it and was able to study. WIN!
Later, I'll post some revelations I had while studying/stressing/walking across campus/at Breakaway/at ASC. But right now, astronomy beckons my name once again.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Ben Rector, love songs, and peace
One of my favorite artists in the world just released a new album. And it is excellent. The concert of his I'm going to in October cannot come soon enough. I'm so excited. I went to one back in April and got to meet him and there is now a picture of me and two of my best friends with him on my nightstand. So, points to Ben Rector for making me swoon an impossible amount. You rock my world. And my iTunes.
His music is my dose of love songs. I'm not usually a romantic kind of girl (don't give me Nicholas Sparks or I'll probably throw it back at you) and don't get real excited for things like romance movies or romance novels. Fact of life. But music...that's an entirely different thing. Music is my thing. I build stories off of songs (my post "Run" was based off "Forever Reign" by Shane and Shane) and make playlists for my stories. That's who I am as a writer and as a girl. Reading about someone falling in love? Forget it. But hearing it sung? Sure. Because it's easier to put yourself on the receiving end of that love in a song than feeling creepy and making yourself a character in the book (which I've done, mind you). I would so much rather pretend a guy is singing Ben Rector's new song "She Is" than pretending I'm Juliet or Hermione (though being Hermione would be pretty freaking awesome). All that to say, I only let myself fantasize about being in love through music. Not so much in books or movies. It's all music. And Ben Rector has a habit of speaking to my soul.
As for the peace, well, let's just say life is starting to get crazy. And though I have a project due on Friday in geography, a project in English due on Sunday, a test in anthropology on Wednesday, a paper due in history on Thursday, and a test in astronomy on Friday, I'm feeling weirdly chill. Everything is going to be okay. I'm going to make it. And as for the boy part of my crazy, that's getting better too. After extensive prayer and lots of journaling, I've come to realize that my heart is about a bajillion times more fragile than I think it is. And literally the only One who can protect it is Jesus. And once He's got it, I'm safe. The hard part is not trying to take it back, because I'm going to want to. I'm going to want to give it to guys who don't deserve it. Christ is the only one who has the right to give that part of my heart away. He alone determines who I fall in love with. Until then, the heart is the Lord's.
Peace, love, and Ben Rector.
His music is my dose of love songs. I'm not usually a romantic kind of girl (don't give me Nicholas Sparks or I'll probably throw it back at you) and don't get real excited for things like romance movies or romance novels. Fact of life. But music...that's an entirely different thing. Music is my thing. I build stories off of songs (my post "Run" was based off "Forever Reign" by Shane and Shane) and make playlists for my stories. That's who I am as a writer and as a girl. Reading about someone falling in love? Forget it. But hearing it sung? Sure. Because it's easier to put yourself on the receiving end of that love in a song than feeling creepy and making yourself a character in the book (which I've done, mind you). I would so much rather pretend a guy is singing Ben Rector's new song "She Is" than pretending I'm Juliet or Hermione (though being Hermione would be pretty freaking awesome). All that to say, I only let myself fantasize about being in love through music. Not so much in books or movies. It's all music. And Ben Rector has a habit of speaking to my soul.
As for the peace, well, let's just say life is starting to get crazy. And though I have a project due on Friday in geography, a project in English due on Sunday, a test in anthropology on Wednesday, a paper due in history on Thursday, and a test in astronomy on Friday, I'm feeling weirdly chill. Everything is going to be okay. I'm going to make it. And as for the boy part of my crazy, that's getting better too. After extensive prayer and lots of journaling, I've come to realize that my heart is about a bajillion times more fragile than I think it is. And literally the only One who can protect it is Jesus. And once He's got it, I'm safe. The hard part is not trying to take it back, because I'm going to want to. I'm going to want to give it to guys who don't deserve it. Christ is the only one who has the right to give that part of my heart away. He alone determines who I fall in love with. Until then, the heart is the Lord's.
Peace, love, and Ben Rector.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
9/11 Post #2
When I think about it, September 11th, 2001 showed the very best and the very worst of humanity.
The people who attacked America on that day hated, absolutely hated, my nation. With a passion. They would die to prove this faith. Some of them did. They killed nearly 3,000 people who had done nothing but live in the US. They were mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, friends, husbands, and wives. They had come to work on a beautiful day in New York, expecting to leave that night and go home and come back the next day and do it all again.
Others were going to visit friends or family or go on vacation. They had made plans and packed suitcases. They were wondering what time the plane was going to land and what they were going to do when they got there. September 11th was normal all around until 8:47am.
That's when terrorists attacked some of the most iconic places in the world, reducing them to rubble within the next hour. Families were destroyed. People were throwing themselves out of windows in order to not die at the hands of a fire caused by hijackers who crashed a plane into the place they worked.
They're cowards, the hijackers. They died without names or faces. They died being absolutely hated by millions of people. They were the first casualties of war. They are the evil of the world.
But New York, America, the Earth, showed a brand of people, who unfortunately aren't acknowledged enough, that day. The heroes came out that day. They saved lives, even if it meant losing their own. Firefighters, policemen, fellow civilians all grabbed hands and dug people out and rescued those who couldn't rescue themselves. The bravery took over the cowardice on United flight 93, forcing the hijackers to crash land in a field in Pennsylvania, saving an unknown number of lives.
The raw fear of the day was swallowed and taken in stride by the incredible efforts and valor of city employees. Those people make me so proud to be an American. Their sacrifice brings tears to my eyes every time I think about it.
My dad was in New York at the time. He had a meeting in the South Tower at 10, meaning he would leave his hotel room (across Manhattan) at 9, getting to the tower at 9:30 in order to get to the 47th floor with plenty of time to prepare before his meeting.
Obviously, he never made it out of his hotel room--both towers had been hit by the time it was 9:00. He stayed in his room and was glued to the TV (similar to the rest of America), occasionally wandering over to the window to see the smoke billowing over the island.
The next day, he decided to venture out into the city. Recalling this, he said that the city was the most deserted and quietest he's ever seen. He stood in a line outside of a large building for about 8 hours to give blood. Street vendors came buy and gave them water and hotdogs. The bank across the street ordered all the people in line pizzas and paid for it all. My dad made friends with native New Yorkers and businessmen from Michigan and vacationers from California. They were all there to support the nation. At one point, the wind changed and blew back towards the city. The jet fuel smell hung in the air, ominous and saddening. For 15 minutes, the whole line of people were silent, the weight of what had happened the day before settling back on them.
America has never been the same. And I never want us to be. Americans are certainly not perfect; no one is perfect. But we came together. And we won't ever forget what happened to the Pentagon, those on flight 93, and in New York that day.
We came out on top. They served us a blow, but the American spirit stood strong and proud.
God bless the USA.
The people who attacked America on that day hated, absolutely hated, my nation. With a passion. They would die to prove this faith. Some of them did. They killed nearly 3,000 people who had done nothing but live in the US. They were mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, friends, husbands, and wives. They had come to work on a beautiful day in New York, expecting to leave that night and go home and come back the next day and do it all again.
Others were going to visit friends or family or go on vacation. They had made plans and packed suitcases. They were wondering what time the plane was going to land and what they were going to do when they got there. September 11th was normal all around until 8:47am.
That's when terrorists attacked some of the most iconic places in the world, reducing them to rubble within the next hour. Families were destroyed. People were throwing themselves out of windows in order to not die at the hands of a fire caused by hijackers who crashed a plane into the place they worked.
They're cowards, the hijackers. They died without names or faces. They died being absolutely hated by millions of people. They were the first casualties of war. They are the evil of the world.
But New York, America, the Earth, showed a brand of people, who unfortunately aren't acknowledged enough, that day. The heroes came out that day. They saved lives, even if it meant losing their own. Firefighters, policemen, fellow civilians all grabbed hands and dug people out and rescued those who couldn't rescue themselves. The bravery took over the cowardice on United flight 93, forcing the hijackers to crash land in a field in Pennsylvania, saving an unknown number of lives.
The raw fear of the day was swallowed and taken in stride by the incredible efforts and valor of city employees. Those people make me so proud to be an American. Their sacrifice brings tears to my eyes every time I think about it.
My dad was in New York at the time. He had a meeting in the South Tower at 10, meaning he would leave his hotel room (across Manhattan) at 9, getting to the tower at 9:30 in order to get to the 47th floor with plenty of time to prepare before his meeting.
Obviously, he never made it out of his hotel room--both towers had been hit by the time it was 9:00. He stayed in his room and was glued to the TV (similar to the rest of America), occasionally wandering over to the window to see the smoke billowing over the island.
The next day, he decided to venture out into the city. Recalling this, he said that the city was the most deserted and quietest he's ever seen. He stood in a line outside of a large building for about 8 hours to give blood. Street vendors came buy and gave them water and hotdogs. The bank across the street ordered all the people in line pizzas and paid for it all. My dad made friends with native New Yorkers and businessmen from Michigan and vacationers from California. They were all there to support the nation. At one point, the wind changed and blew back towards the city. The jet fuel smell hung in the air, ominous and saddening. For 15 minutes, the whole line of people were silent, the weight of what had happened the day before settling back on them.
America has never been the same. And I never want us to be. Americans are certainly not perfect; no one is perfect. But we came together. And we won't ever forget what happened to the Pentagon, those on flight 93, and in New York that day.
We came out on top. They served us a blow, but the American spirit stood strong and proud.
God bless the USA.
9/11
It happened when I was in 3rd grade.
It happened when my teacher rushed to turn off the little TV in our classroom.
It happened when kids in my class were being picked up early by their parents.
It happened when there weren't any planes in the sky anymore.
It happened when two buildings unwillingly fell.
It happened when the government was attacked.
It happened when Bush declared war.
It happened when bravery stood up to cowardice in a field in Pennsylvania.
It happened when my dad was in New York.
It happened when my dad's meeting was in the South Tower at 10am.
It happened when my dad missed a meeting.
It happened when I could've lost my dad if his meeting had been an hour earlier.
It happened when the New York skyline was broken.
It happened when citizens helped citizens.
It happened when firefighters came to the rescue.
It happened when my mom carefully explained what happened.
It happened when I was horrified that anyone would do that.
It happened when people waited in line for hours to give blood on 9/12/01.
It happened when New York street vendors freely gave food and drinks to the donors.
It happened when our nation banded together again.
It happened when my dad finally got home after driving from a locked-down city.
It happened when I started bawling a few weeks later when he had to get on another plane.
It happened a year later when my dad was dead silent on the anniversary.
It happened every year when the nation stepped back and thought about what happened.
It happened on May 1, 2011 when Navy SEALs tracked down the orchestrator.
It happened when Osama bin Laden was killed.
It happened when I went back to the site and saw how life was going on.
It happened when I saw blueprints for new buildings and lots of memorials.
It happened every time a worker put a piece into the building puzzle.
It happened when America stops and remembers.
Don't ever forget that day. Remember where you were, who you were with, and what you saw that day. Remember the stories you heard and what the TV told you. Remember how you felt.
Remember 9/11/01.
It happened when my teacher rushed to turn off the little TV in our classroom.
It happened when kids in my class were being picked up early by their parents.
It happened when there weren't any planes in the sky anymore.
It happened when two buildings unwillingly fell.
It happened when the government was attacked.
It happened when Bush declared war.
It happened when bravery stood up to cowardice in a field in Pennsylvania.
It happened when my dad was in New York.
It happened when my dad's meeting was in the South Tower at 10am.
It happened when my dad missed a meeting.
It happened when I could've lost my dad if his meeting had been an hour earlier.
It happened when the New York skyline was broken.
It happened when citizens helped citizens.
It happened when firefighters came to the rescue.
It happened when my mom carefully explained what happened.
It happened when I was horrified that anyone would do that.
It happened when people waited in line for hours to give blood on 9/12/01.
It happened when New York street vendors freely gave food and drinks to the donors.
It happened when our nation banded together again.
It happened when my dad finally got home after driving from a locked-down city.
It happened when I started bawling a few weeks later when he had to get on another plane.
It happened a year later when my dad was dead silent on the anniversary.
It happened every year when the nation stepped back and thought about what happened.
It happened on May 1, 2011 when Navy SEALs tracked down the orchestrator.
It happened when Osama bin Laden was killed.
It happened when I went back to the site and saw how life was going on.
It happened when I saw blueprints for new buildings and lots of memorials.
It happened every time a worker put a piece into the building puzzle.
It happened when America stops and remembers.
Don't ever forget that day. Remember where you were, who you were with, and what you saw that day. Remember the stories you heard and what the TV told you. Remember how you felt.
Remember 9/11/01.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
College lessons as of week 3
So I've been in college for 3 weeks now and I have learned a multitude of things. Here's a nice list of knowledge that I have acquired.
1. Snacks in your room are dangerous.
2. Laundry really isn't that difficult.
3. Motivating yourself to make your bed is really difficult.
4. If you don't make your bed, your room looks way messier.
5. You have to be on top of your cleanliness. Things pile up. Fast.
6. If you eat all your meals in the dining hall, you won't ever want to eat after a while because you're sick of the food.
7. If you keep your door open, you meet a lot of people.
8. Don't keep your door open if you don't want people to come in.
9. You definitely to find a study niche.
10. Libraries are excellent places.
11. Email, more than ever, is your friend.
12. Be spontaneous.
13. Don't be afraid of people. Go forth and socialize.
14. There is no happy medium on your thermostat. It's either too hot or too cold.
15. Thou shalt keep up with your reading.
16. Do not be alarmed if your professors cuss. It happens frequently.
College lessons by Linley.
1. Snacks in your room are dangerous.
2. Laundry really isn't that difficult.
3. Motivating yourself to make your bed is really difficult.
4. If you don't make your bed, your room looks way messier.
5. You have to be on top of your cleanliness. Things pile up. Fast.
6. If you eat all your meals in the dining hall, you won't ever want to eat after a while because you're sick of the food.
7. If you keep your door open, you meet a lot of people.
8. Don't keep your door open if you don't want people to come in.
9. You definitely to find a study niche.
10. Libraries are excellent places.
11. Email, more than ever, is your friend.
12. Be spontaneous.
13. Don't be afraid of people. Go forth and socialize.
14. There is no happy medium on your thermostat. It's either too hot or too cold.
15. Thou shalt keep up with your reading.
16. Do not be alarmed if your professors cuss. It happens frequently.
College lessons by Linley.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
SECede!!
So, A&M is almost officially headed to the terrifying and powerhouse-stacked Southeastern Conference. Their board of directors, or whoever calls the shots, unanimously voted A&M into the SEC and the Aggies couldn't be more excited.
There's just one, little problem: Baylor University of Wacko is taking legal action. They want to prevent A&M from heading into the strongest conference in the nation. On one side, I can see their angst. I felt the same way when tu was attempting to get into the Pac 10 (or was it the Big 10?) last year. I didn't want the football conference to fall apart.
But let's face it. The Big 12 is about to be extinct. I know that tu was threatening to never play A&M again if we moved to the SEC, but I that was a while ago and I'm not sure on any further action. I feel fairly confident, though, that Thanksgiving day will always be dedicated to A&M and tu as they fight out their century-old rivalry. I would be stunned if that didn't happen.
My wheels are turning and I still have several unanswered questions about who we'll still play and who we won't. The times are changing for college football and I guess I'll just have to wait and see how everything pans out. Only time will tell. And a lot of guys with a lot of money who care a lot about college football. And it wouldn't surprise me if ESPN sponsored some switches.
But that's just my opinion and slightly uninformed analysis. I'll keep you posted, readers.
Thanks, and gig 'em.
There's just one, little problem: Baylor University of Wacko is taking legal action. They want to prevent A&M from heading into the strongest conference in the nation. On one side, I can see their angst. I felt the same way when tu was attempting to get into the Pac 10 (or was it the Big 10?) last year. I didn't want the football conference to fall apart.
But let's face it. The Big 12 is about to be extinct. I know that tu was threatening to never play A&M again if we moved to the SEC, but I that was a while ago and I'm not sure on any further action. I feel fairly confident, though, that Thanksgiving day will always be dedicated to A&M and tu as they fight out their century-old rivalry. I would be stunned if that didn't happen.
My wheels are turning and I still have several unanswered questions about who we'll still play and who we won't. The times are changing for college football and I guess I'll just have to wait and see how everything pans out. Only time will tell. And a lot of guys with a lot of money who care a lot about college football. And it wouldn't surprise me if ESPN sponsored some switches.
But that's just my opinion and slightly uninformed analysis. I'll keep you posted, readers.
Thanks, and gig 'em.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Personality flaw
So, you should know that I'm very, very competitive.
I have never been a good sports player, but I am an avid watcher. Baseball and football are my sports that I know a striking amount about and I flaunt that shamelessly. I'm the one who explains the game to my friends who are sitting around me. I'm the one who excitedly checks the ESPN app on my phone to see what time my teams play. I'm that girl.
So, naturally, I get very into my teams. I'm very protective of them and overly defensive. I'm a devoted fan but a realistic one (let's face it, the Aggies probably won't win the national title this year, as good as Tannehill's arm is and as fast as Cyrus Grey can run). I know what I'm talking about when my teams are brought up and even though I'm going to A&M, I still am a devout TCU fan.
The sad fact is that I am not gracious in defeat. I do not do well with playful taunting. I have an ego and don't have great sportsmanship if prodded. It's a character flaw that I'm working on, but with the fact that A&M football is a way of life here, I don't see my efforts going very far. I get myself in trouble when it comes to being outspoken about my teams. In 24 minutes of having an anti-Baylor status up, I got 9 comments (mostly from adults who went to Baylor and my church...and my mom) about how I should watch my mouth and what I say and see if I have any babysitting jobs this upcoming summer if I keep this up (basically, 80% of my church went to Baylor). I responded to all of this with: Not apologizing.
Do I regret being sassy and standing up for TCU when they suffered a rather embarrassing loss at the hands of a school with a mediocre football team? Absolutely not. I will take the heat and dish it right back. And you better believe that I'll be 100x louder and prouder when it comes to fightin' Aggie football. So, VRBC, I love you, but I'm going to speak my mind about what I think about my teams and yours. And don't test my knowledge.
There's more to me than what meets the eye.
I have never been a good sports player, but I am an avid watcher. Baseball and football are my sports that I know a striking amount about and I flaunt that shamelessly. I'm the one who explains the game to my friends who are sitting around me. I'm the one who excitedly checks the ESPN app on my phone to see what time my teams play. I'm that girl.
So, naturally, I get very into my teams. I'm very protective of them and overly defensive. I'm a devoted fan but a realistic one (let's face it, the Aggies probably won't win the national title this year, as good as Tannehill's arm is and as fast as Cyrus Grey can run). I know what I'm talking about when my teams are brought up and even though I'm going to A&M, I still am a devout TCU fan.
The sad fact is that I am not gracious in defeat. I do not do well with playful taunting. I have an ego and don't have great sportsmanship if prodded. It's a character flaw that I'm working on, but with the fact that A&M football is a way of life here, I don't see my efforts going very far. I get myself in trouble when it comes to being outspoken about my teams. In 24 minutes of having an anti-Baylor status up, I got 9 comments (mostly from adults who went to Baylor and my church...and my mom) about how I should watch my mouth and what I say and see if I have any babysitting jobs this upcoming summer if I keep this up (basically, 80% of my church went to Baylor). I responded to all of this with: Not apologizing.
Do I regret being sassy and standing up for TCU when they suffered a rather embarrassing loss at the hands of a school with a mediocre football team? Absolutely not. I will take the heat and dish it right back. And you better believe that I'll be 100x louder and prouder when it comes to fightin' Aggie football. So, VRBC, I love you, but I'm going to speak my mind about what I think about my teams and yours. And don't test my knowledge.
There's more to me than what meets the eye.
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