I don’t know a damned thing about sports.  I don’t know the rules, I don’t know the teams, I don’t know jack.  And I don’t want too.  It’s just not my thing.

Sadly when I’m around my fellow “Males” and discussing our various manly endeavors I’m invariably at a loss when this subject comes up.  To be honest it kind of ticks me off that I get looked down upon for my own geeky obsessions.  I don’t see why other guy’s nerdy obsessions with sports is better than my nerdy obsession with fantasy and sci-fi.

This is where I share somewhat creepy amounts of myself.  Don’t be too worried.  I promise to wear pants this time.

Why I don’t like sports:

  • I don’t want to do “The Wave” ever.
  • A disturbing amount of ass slapping
  • I don’t feel the slightest amount of vicarious thrills from watching people chase a ball
  • Good hell it takes forever…… I….. Get… BOOOOOREEED.   Come on!  It’s the same game every time.

Why I love my Fantasy Obsession:

  • Fighting with Manly swords and stuff.  Way more manly than chasing a ball.
  • Wenches (I love wenches)
  • Lord of the Rings was awesome!
  • Unlike sports it has a plot I can follow
  • Necromancy:  If it was real I’d do it.  An army of loyal undead minions… Awesome.  Till then I’ll have to be satisfied with turning my children into my minions.
  • Dragons:  Big flying lizards that breath fire and murder villages.

I feel the need to play Skyrim some more.