There is a reason I don't have cable. Skimming channels at my mom's house this weekend I somehow got sucked into watching championship racquetball. Yeah, racquetball. I didn't even know championship racquetball existed. Or that there were announcers who get paid to comment on this. A really not exciting of a sport, that should be exciting because it involves two grown men incased in an enormous glass box, smacking around a hard ass tiny ball. On paper, the makings of wonderful entertainment. But no. I really shouldn't be talking smack. I really like Ultimate Frisbee, and some people hearing about the sport probably assume it doesn't have a much of a following, including world championships. Anyway, after I snapped out of this crazy 3rd universe I was in I was flipping channels trying to find my religious Sunday football games, and there popped up a commercial for, wait for it... High School Musical Barbie Dolls. Oh yeah. I just about crapped myself. Isn't it enough that these kids are barely out of there teens, making hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of dollars, and now, they get their own Barbie dolls? Tell me it's not true. Jumping from that commercial real fast, all of a sudden before I knew it I was entranced by Dora the Explorer. Waving, oh you guessed it, a full on Gay Pride flag. Not just a nice little Rainbow, but THE flag. The brightly colored layers of the rainbow. Im sure it means nothing, and some animator just thought all those colors looked pretty. it just made me laugh. .... Where is my football?
Speaking of football. Australians, and all the other people around the world that play Rugby must think us Americans are big babies for playing with so many pads on.
The rest of the day was spent with the bestest, mst wonderful dog ever, puppy Raider (named b/c he was picked up from a Raiders cheerleader). I now understand how people can become attached to their pets. I have never actually been completely responsible for an animal before, it was nice. But, it also scared me because jeez, imagine having a child. I ran into a group of people who get together every Sunday at 9 am to play soccer. The only woman there actually knew Raider. Weird. Small community.