I have never really liked the sun. Maybe it’s the super paleness of my skin, maybe it’s all the freckles or maybe it’s all the sunburns I have had in my life, but standing outside, soaking in the rays of a beaming sun is something I just can’t seem to ever find myself wanting to do.
Being pale, as I said earlier, I have experienced only pain and suffering for my moments out in the heat, and any of my pale sisters or brethren can back me up on that one.
Well, it was the choice between the National Basketball Association’s annual All-Star game or the 84th annual Academy Awards on Sunday night, and without a doubt in my mind, I went with the Academy Awards.
While sports are my favorite thing in the world, I cannot bring myself to watch any professional sports’ all-star game. Between the ridiculously over-hyped competitiveness of the game and the complete lack of defense, I really just don’t understand why I am supposed to care.
Let’s take Sunday night’s All-Star game in the NBA for starters. Now I didn’t watch the game, but I did see the highlights. I can honestly say one thing after watching them, too. I thought the dunk contest was Saturday night.