I’m into sports. For a while, I was WAY into sports. And when I say into, I mean, devour-everything-about-a-sport-because-I-suck-at-organized-sports-in-real-life. I decided I needed to live and die with my teams. I had to HATE the other team. I decided this in arounds age 14. God I was awkward.
I went to a school in a major city in the US, where our school was pretty good in my senior year, and we played against another school who had a future NBA star on it. I had also played against this star in 8th grade in league play. By high school he was awesome, and our school got up for the game. I decided to go all out and painted my face the school colors.
Little did I know this would be one of the least embarrassing things I did that night.
