Observations at volleyball

We are mean green, fighting machine, everybody hit the floor and scream, gooooo greeeeen.
That is what I just witnessed at this volleyball game and when the dropped to the floor they really did scream.
They screamed.

I flashback to when my brother use to hit the floor with his fist and cry about what he wanted. He got this technique from a tv show. Way to go, what my mom calls, the idiot box. I don't know why she calls it that. Are we the idiots? Is the 'box' the idiot? Are we turning into idiots? I don't know.

My brother was throwing a tantrum. What sparked it? I don't know but it about the age 5 so not to long ago he's 7 now. It was the time were my brother went through his terrible two faze again.

I come back to reality just enough to see them lose a point the green team jumps to block the net. People are cheering and I just look like a misfit.

I look back to my iPod. Five min past. I look up again to see a ball flying towards the other stands. Luckily not over here because I was not paying any attention. (click read more button if on home page)

I see a shirt that a guy is wearing in front of me that says 'old guys rule'. I silently laugh inside my head.
My mom looks at me with a look that says 'why can't you pay attention?'

Why can't I pay attention?

Truly I rather be somewhere else. Somewhere else. Plus these bleachers are killing me. And it's about the billionth game. And did I mention that I hate watching sports. That doesn't seem like entertainment to me.

That may be entertaining for the second. But that doesn't last forever folks.

Why can't I pay attention to forty-five minute game?
Because I'm me. Just let me do my homework, read a book, eat, talk to you guys, text a friend, listen to music, or sleep. Just tell me when it's over.

I wish that was true.

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