I feel sorry for people who don't enjoy baseball. It's one of life's pure pleasures.Abedeus said:
what is the greatest sport in the world?
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... And Japan. Especially since the influx of Japanese pitchers. They fill MASSIVE stadiums with people to watch baseball games on giant LCD TVs.Abedeus said:
And don't get me started on soccer. It's hours of people running back and forth in a green field eccentuated by the OCCASIONAL excitement when someone, by the hand of fate, happens to score. And people go NUTS. You know why? Because they've been sitting drunk amidst a bunch of slobbering Scottish hooligans for an hour before any kinds of excitement outside someone getting kicked in the ball sack happens.
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I actually don't mind soccer (sorry, FUTBOLL) but you talked shit on my love, so I gets mine.
I don't care for football. No, it's not futboll. I think you must've confused it with fussball, which is German for football.Necrophagist said:
And yeah, I do find football a pointless sport.
The only sports I tolerate are volleyball and basketball. The second one a bit more, as it's faster and has more action.
You seem to like italics, Max XDMaxTheReaper said:
And your mind is twisted.
Which is a very good thing XD
I could do with a flaming flail right now...
I thought it was Gun fu. [link]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gun_fu[/link].Abedeus said:
Anyway, Zombie hunting should be made a national sport. Just you, a crowbar, and the undead!.
Toss-up between American Football and Rugby. I guess I'll go with Rugby just because it's more social and I can play it after college. I'm not sure why people are making fun of American Football (There's a very specific reason for the pads) unless, of course, they haven't played it.
Oh, and for pure physicality I'll have to throw in wrestling.
Oh, and for pure physicality I'll have to throw in wrestling.
That would be awesome! Until... you know.. the bit where you get eaten or trapped and forced to crack open your own skull...Nick Bounty said:
Anyway, on a more boring note, it seems like everyone has forgotten about swimming. Ok, probably not, but I think it deserves at least some recognition, after all it is a workout for the whole body, a personal challenge (not like some of these competative team sports everyone is so fond of) and interesting to see who can go the furthest without needing to come up for air. Oh wait, that would make it competative... but still, it's not a team competition, so nobody is passing the blame of the whole team's failure on to you. I hate that with team sports.
Well, I think it's a great sport. Until the water starts getting unusually warm around the kiddies in the shallow end, that is. Plus it attracts some dodgy people who seem to enjoy just lying against the walls and watching you splash about in what is little more than your underwear...
I've changed my mind, zombie hunting all the way!
No no no, no Harry Potter games.balinus said:
Might as well say "Extreme Monopoly", where every time you landed on another players property you will be electrocuted by the bank with an ever increasing current!.
Soccer players are field fairies. Have you seen the pros? They whine and ***** whenever someone gently taps them. "WAAAAAAAHHHH, HE ALMOST TRIPPED ME, REF GIVE HIM A RED CARD, BAWWWWWWWW". I can't recall ever seeing a bunch of more pussy-like whiners than pro-soccer players.Gxas said:
The general lit a fresh cigarette.
"No animal had a chance with me any more. That is no boast; it is a mathematical certainty. The animal had nothing but his legs and his instinct. Instinct is no match for reason. When I thought of this it was a tragic moment for me, I can tell you."
Rainsford leaned across the table, absorbed in what his host was saying.
"It came to me as an inspiration what I must do," the general went on.
"And that was?"
The general smiled the quiet smile of one who has faced an obstacle and surmounted it with success. "I had to invent a new animal to hunt," he said.
"A new animal? You're joking." "Not at all," said the general. "I never joke about hunting. I needed a new animal. I found one. So I bought this island built this house, and here I do my hunting. The island is perfect for my purposes--there are jungles with a maze of traits in them, hills, swamps--"
"But the animal, General Zaroff?"
"Oh," said the general, "it supplies me with the most exciting hunting in the world. No other hunting compares with it for an instant. Every day I hunt, and I never grow bored now, for I have a quarry with which I can match my wits."
Rainsford's bewilderment showed in his face.
"I wanted the ideal animal to hunt," explained the general. "So I said, `What are the attributes of an ideal quarry?' And the answer was, of course, `It must have courage, cunning, and, above all, it must be able to reason."'
"But no animal can reason," objected Rainsford.
"My dear fellow," said the general, "there is one that can."
"But you can't mean--" gasped Rainsford.
"And why not?"
"I can't believe you are serious, General Zaroff. This is a grisly joke."
"Why should I not be serious? I am speaking of hunting."
"Hunting? Great Guns, General Zaroff, what you speak of is murder."
sorry for the length. Just felt it was necessary...
"No animal had a chance with me any more. That is no boast; it is a mathematical certainty. The animal had nothing but his legs and his instinct. Instinct is no match for reason. When I thought of this it was a tragic moment for me, I can tell you."
Rainsford leaned across the table, absorbed in what his host was saying.
"It came to me as an inspiration what I must do," the general went on.
"And that was?"
The general smiled the quiet smile of one who has faced an obstacle and surmounted it with success. "I had to invent a new animal to hunt," he said.
"A new animal? You're joking." "Not at all," said the general. "I never joke about hunting. I needed a new animal. I found one. So I bought this island built this house, and here I do my hunting. The island is perfect for my purposes--there are jungles with a maze of traits in them, hills, swamps--"
"But the animal, General Zaroff?"
"Oh," said the general, "it supplies me with the most exciting hunting in the world. No other hunting compares with it for an instant. Every day I hunt, and I never grow bored now, for I have a quarry with which I can match my wits."
Rainsford's bewilderment showed in his face.
"I wanted the ideal animal to hunt," explained the general. "So I said, `What are the attributes of an ideal quarry?' And the answer was, of course, `It must have courage, cunning, and, above all, it must be able to reason."'
"But no animal can reason," objected Rainsford.
"My dear fellow," said the general, "there is one that can."
"But you can't mean--" gasped Rainsford.
"And why not?"
"I can't believe you are serious, General Zaroff. This is a grisly joke."
"Why should I not be serious? I am speaking of hunting."
"Hunting? Great Guns, General Zaroff, what you speak of is murder."
sorry for the length. Just felt it was necessary...