The Time I Tried to Sell My English Teacher's Car

Best offer.

Now that I have children and grownup/parental responsibilities and no sleep and uh, a job, I no longer have a lot of free time.

And because I no longer have a lot of free time, one of the many things I don't experience much anymore is...boredom.

Sure, I'm bored at work (where do you think I'm writing this post?), but I actually have things I'm supposed to be doing with my day. I'm speaking of the boredom where you literally have nothing to do. (I don't count extra studying or other productive pursuits as "something to do"; this is an underachiever who's writing this post.)

Although I'd often just suffer through my boredom complaining about being bored, occasionally my boredom would compel me to engage in mischievous activity.

This post describes one of those times.

Lists of Lists, Sports Edition

I hate you and your lazy eye, Breck Girl.

It's been a while since I last posted, so let me do a set of lists to get back into the swing again.

One of the biggest surprises people experience after they know me for a while is the fact that I'm very interested in professional sports. I don't know why this is such a surprise. Perhaps I exude such snobbish arrogance that it's assumed that sports are beneath me, or if I were to discuss sports, I'd sound like George Will.

But I do enjoy watching (and when my aging soft decrepit body allows, playing) sports. I also have some strong opinions about them, many of which I can put into a list format that would satisfy the "Lists of Lists" categorization with which I titled this post.