in fields of agony

so i guess this was something like 1988 or '87. man, just typing that out makes it look or seem like it was sooo long ago. i mean, it was. but when you see it. that really makes it hit home or whatever. kinda like that time back in teh 5421 days when i saw a picture of what my desk looked like. seeing it for myself everyday numbed me to the visual pain that it actually was. pretty sure i still didnt clean it up. so yeah, back to the main thing...

i miss doing these blogs. its more of my natural typing. and with all the tangents in tact. so yeah. soccer was the thing for young tristan. i didnt like it. but i was put on a soccer team. it started with practices where i learned that dribbling a soccer ball wasnt the same as dribbling a basketball. gladly i wasnt first in line for practicing that. wouldve made a fool of myself.

later we get on to actual games. and while my memory is a little fuzzy from those little events, i do remember that i didnt do much. lots of standing. probably more than one should in a game like that. mom says i used to sit around and pick grass with a little girl. sounds like me.

years later i was on a baseball team. man oh man how i did not/do not like baseball. apparently my mom thought it would give abe and i some time to bond. well, that didnt work. i did my soccer routine of standing around. hoping the ball wouldnt come to me. its not like i could catch or throw, so it wouldve been bad. really bad. and with my eyes i could probably barely see either.

on a side note, when i was in school i remember hanging out with paul kim during gym class. neither of us wanted to participate at all so we'd go to the back of the line and let everybody else go ahead of us. then one day coach house decided to flip the script on us by flipping the line. she started from the end. bitch.

i dont like sports. im fine with them existing or whatever. but you know...without me being involved of course.