Great. Fantastic. Get me out. The coach blows the stupid whistle, signaling the beginning of these ridiculous games. Who likes sports? I certainly don’t. I pretend to chase after the black and white ball in the middle of the field. At this point, I am not sure what I am doing as my fellow students scream around me. I see my advantage and head for the black and white object. I can see the ball leave the ground and fly towards me. My world goes dark as the ball hits me smack in the face.
God damnit, I hate sports.
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