Baseball Rant

So I actually watched the baseball game last night between the Yankees and the Red Sox. I've never really watched baseball on tv but since it was such a big deal I found it interesting. Sort of. Just for the record, I hate baseball. I think it's boring, plus I have really bad memories of it from middle school. I'd like, for a second, to bitch about my stupid middle school P.E. teachers. I distinctly remember being mortified because I lost the game for my team once, during gym class, when I ran over a base, instead of staying on it. I think it was first base, and Max explained to me that's actually legal, so maybe it was second base or something. Regardless, don't you think a responsible P.E. teacher would take the time to EXPLAIN THE FUCKING RULES before he forces his students to play???? Because if I had known I couldn't run over the base, I wouldn't have done it, and I wouldn't have lost the game for my team, and I wouldn't have been embarrassed for the rest of the week!!! Grrrrr.....just thinking about it makes my blood pressure go up. You know what else makes me mad? On the last day of that school year, as a "Fun Day" treat, we had to play baseball. I, of course, having not forgiven the sport and its stupid rules, whined and bitched about it. However, I did dutifully stand in left field or wherever, and maybe I wasn't paying attention to the game, but I did at least stand there with a glove. And maybe the ball flew past me, and maybe I ducked, but it was genuinely a reflex and besides, that's what they get for making me play and telling me that it's actually a treat. Then I got pulled aside and got yelled at by another P.E. teacher for being a bad sport. Did I mention this was ON THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL, one of the best days of the whole year, when life is supposed to be totally awesome??? I pointed out that making me play baseball was hardly a fun experience for me and was akin to physical torture and that if they really wanted me to have fun, they should just let me stay in the library but the teacher just kept yelling at me. She was a really mean evil woman who spat when she yelled. Which then made me nervous cuz I was a nervous kid and I just kept thinking about the germs that were flying towards my face, and the fact that this whole situation was entirely unfair.

Goddammit, she should be glad I can't remember her name. I am so NOT above toilet papering people's houses, even at my age.