Introductions
Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 12:41 am
Hello fellow sports haters. I am new here in this forum, and I have been on many forums where there have been introduction threads, which is a good way to introduce one's self into a forum. It is for newbies (like myself), or even long time members who want to let people know new things about them, to introduce themselves into a forum. Try to keep it somewhat on topic most of the time, perhaps explain how you began to hate sports, as I made this forum in the "Sports Suck!" section.
Hello, I am Tim, and I hate sports. I am still in highschool, and surrounded by brainless jocks who would rather toss a sphere into the air or pick on nerds like me than read a book or look at their homework. I am a big science and literature nerd.
When I was just a little kid, I wasn't like most kids. I didn't play hockey, and I was the only kid I knew who didn't play hockey in their childhood. Heck, I didn't even know how to skate. I was never into sports. My parents decided to give me two options: Play sports, or join the Cubs (not sure if this word is used outside of Canada, but for those unfamiliar, Cubs are the Canadian version of Boy Scouts). My parents weren't athletic idiots trying to shove sports down my throat, I guess they just wanted me to be active, and didn't realize that there was other ways to be active. I didn't like either of the options, but I joined the Cubs and got out as soon as I could.
There were times were I became interested in particular sports. I went through a long phase were I was a skateboarding fanatic; my best friend became interested in basketball and because of hanging out with him, I was interested in basketball for a brief period; and I raced go-karts (not the fun, slow, easy to use go-karts, but the kind used in go-kart racing leagues) for two years. While I was ocassionally interested in some sports, I felt out of place because I didn't play sports like the rest. Whenever I was into a specific sport for a brief time, I would attempt to watch it on TV, but it was just as boring as hell. I couldn't stand it.
When I was in about grade six, the different social groups began to develop. I was very confused because I had friends on both sides of the social spectrum, many of them being very good friends who I had known for a long time. I didn't know what to do. The socially awkward group was quiet, and the group on the more social spectrum was more charismatic, so I began to hang out with them. I was friends with a lot of people from both groups. Eventually, conflict was created between the two groups. When I would be hanging out with the popular kids, they would begin to tease and taunt, and often beat up the less social kids. I was in an awkward situation, and I was I coward for not realizing who my true friends were instead of watching them get picked on. I was just a child at the time, and I thought it was just a joke most of the time, but I still could have done something. I didn't want to do anything bad to either groups, but mostly the more popular group, because at that school, the highest grade was grade six, and most kids would go to one school, while some, along with me, went to another school. The only people I knew who were going to the same school as me were the more social kids. So I decided to wait until grade seven because I thought that I would never have to be near both groups at the same time until highschool. By now, your probably wondering what a lot of this has to do with sports, but they were the popular kids because they played sports instead of trying to get an education. Since I didn't play sports like them, while I hung out with some of them, most of them would laugh at me when everyone was playing sports, and I was always picked last.
When I started grade seven, it did not get better. The portion of the popular group that went to the same school as me didn't have anybody to pick on, so they started to pick on me. They would use any opportunity that they could to insult me or harm me. I couldn't leave the group though, I didn't know anyone, and I thought it was better to go through their torment than to look like a loner. Eventually at recess they would hang out at the creek near the school, hidden from the sight of the teachers, so they could cause trouble without getting in trouble. They began to play brutal sports, for example, one game involved a person holding a giant log and chasing after everyone, a bit like tag, but instead of touching the person, you beat on them with the log until they either start to bleed or cry. Whenever I was the log bearer, they rigged it against me so they could throw rocks at me to prevent me from getting to them. Whenever they were the log bearers, they would specifically go after me, while everyone watched and cheered them on, and when I used tactics such as crossing the creek and going into areas with trees close together, causing it to be difficult to swing a log in the area, I was called a pussy or a faggot. There were also one on one matches with logs and sticks which had brutal results, and sometimes large scale versions of the same game, with everyone on teams. Near the end of grade seven, they began to do drugs. I needed to find a new group, it was one thing to be insulted and beaten, but now I could get in trouble for being near them for doing something I didn't do. I actually have a funny story: I found out that they did drugs when they pulled out a pipe and some marijuana while in the creek, and everyone crowded around taking turns smoking it. They were surprised about how strong it was. The next day they found out that it was not weed, but cat nip. But in all seriousness, I needed to get out. I was the only one in the group who didn't do it, and I had to go through their peer pressure and taunting.
In grade eight I found a good group for me. It was a group of nerds. To be honest, I don't even know how I decided to get in there, I didn't view myself as a nerd, and I didn't admire nerds at the time. I found out that I was a nerd when my friend called me a nerd, and I took it as an insult, but he just said that nerds were smart people who were intellectually superior to their peers. I researched it that night, and decided that it was a good thing to be a nerd. That was when I became a prominent nerd and sports hater. I had always been a nerd inside and disliked sports, but then I took it to a whole new level. I was picked on for being a self proclaimed nerd and sports hater, I was called faggot, pussy, gay, girl, and you get the point, all unrelated insults that had nothing to do with me. Two kids in particular where the worst two me, both of them hyper jocks. One of them was somewhat big, the other was pretty small but thought that he could fight me. Both of them listened to crappy new music. I actually got in a fight and won against the small guy, and had him at my mercy, however I decided that I would let him go, it wasn't worth my time. I began to defend my nerd friends, pulling them out of a fight and substiting myself into there, even when I new I wouldn't stand a chance. Just two years ago, I would have watched, but by then I was taking a stance. And it felt good, knowing that I sacfrificed myself for the good of my friends.
The Olympics were a very annoying time for me. Our school was divided into different "countries", and we had to face eachother in a mockup Olympics with different activities. And we had to miss precious class time. In the last hockey game in the Olympics with Canada vs. the US, if you heard my family, you would have called 911, or ran away, or both. They were screaming arrogantly. When I kindly told them to be quiet as I was trying to complete their homework, they told me how unpatriotic I was for not supporting Canada in one sports game.
Just a few weeks ago, when I was changing for gym class, some big arrogant senior jock who was high on testosterone came into the changeroom and threw my backpack onto the floor because it was on the bench where he wanted to sit, even though there was plenty of room elsewhere. All of my binders fell onto the floor and many important papers became disorganized. I muttered quietly "Fuckin' douchebag" and he came up to me and asked me if I called him a douchebag. He was about 200 pounds, and not because he was fat or tall, but because he was pumped, while I was about 125-130 pounds, and he was a few years older than me. He was exhibiting symptoms of steroid use, most prominently 'roid rage. I responded "Yes", and he slapped me in the face. He then told me not to talk to him, so I said "Yes, now calm down". I suppose my confirmation of not talking to him counted as talking to him, so he picked me up and threw me into a wall with hooks for backpacks and coats, with my face landing on the hooks. He then grabbed me and pushed me into a bench, causing me to fall over it. He then picked me up and told me not to talk to him again. I nodded, but considered provoking him into harming me further so I could land him a spot in jail for assault (however he had probably already done enough damage for me to charge him for assault). He then yelled at everyone who was staring that "He started it", an argument that a child would make when in trouble from his parents for fighting with his sibling, when in fact I did not start it. Everyone just laughed. They didn't do anything but laugh.
To be honest, I am a bit thankful that I had to go through all of what I explained, as it taught me a valuable moral lesson, and it taught me how to survive while facing adversity. These events, along with many others, explain why I am such a prominent nerd and sports hater. While I do not agree with all members on this website on some issues, for example I do not believe all sports fans and athletes should be killed, I do not believe capital punishment is appropriate for any criminal, I think that sports are a waste of time and money, and think that we would be much better without sports. However, we must rehabilitate and punish anyone who acts like the ape-like jocks if they torment others, even if it is for something unrelated to sports and they are not jocks. Anyways, I am glad enough that most of them will end up either homeless or in a low paying job, while many nerds who were picked on will often become sucessful people. I am just disappointed that an athlete can get a scholarship with decent grades just because he can throw a ball, but non-athletic kids have to work ten times harder than athletes to get into university.
And for a bit about me: I play bass in a band, and listen to old punk rock music (not what modern kids consider punk rock. They would consider Sum41 and even the Jonas Brothers to be punk). My favourite band, as my username suggests, is Bad Religion. For those of you who are unfamiliar, they are a punk band formed in 1980, well known for having songs with intelligent lyrics which discuss real problems and social issues that occur in the world. Greg Graffin, the singer of the band, is a professor at UCLA in evolutionary biology and ecology, and holds a Ph.D in geology, which just goes to show that they are an intelligent band. I get straight A's in all of my classes, in fact I got the best mark in all but one of my classes last semester.
Sorry if my post was a bit lengthy, it might take some endurance to read it.
Hello, I am Tim, and I hate sports. I am still in highschool, and surrounded by brainless jocks who would rather toss a sphere into the air or pick on nerds like me than read a book or look at their homework. I am a big science and literature nerd.
When I was just a little kid, I wasn't like most kids. I didn't play hockey, and I was the only kid I knew who didn't play hockey in their childhood. Heck, I didn't even know how to skate. I was never into sports. My parents decided to give me two options: Play sports, or join the Cubs (not sure if this word is used outside of Canada, but for those unfamiliar, Cubs are the Canadian version of Boy Scouts). My parents weren't athletic idiots trying to shove sports down my throat, I guess they just wanted me to be active, and didn't realize that there was other ways to be active. I didn't like either of the options, but I joined the Cubs and got out as soon as I could.
There were times were I became interested in particular sports. I went through a long phase were I was a skateboarding fanatic; my best friend became interested in basketball and because of hanging out with him, I was interested in basketball for a brief period; and I raced go-karts (not the fun, slow, easy to use go-karts, but the kind used in go-kart racing leagues) for two years. While I was ocassionally interested in some sports, I felt out of place because I didn't play sports like the rest. Whenever I was into a specific sport for a brief time, I would attempt to watch it on TV, but it was just as boring as hell. I couldn't stand it.
When I was in about grade six, the different social groups began to develop. I was very confused because I had friends on both sides of the social spectrum, many of them being very good friends who I had known for a long time. I didn't know what to do. The socially awkward group was quiet, and the group on the more social spectrum was more charismatic, so I began to hang out with them. I was friends with a lot of people from both groups. Eventually, conflict was created between the two groups. When I would be hanging out with the popular kids, they would begin to tease and taunt, and often beat up the less social kids. I was in an awkward situation, and I was I coward for not realizing who my true friends were instead of watching them get picked on. I was just a child at the time, and I thought it was just a joke most of the time, but I still could have done something. I didn't want to do anything bad to either groups, but mostly the more popular group, because at that school, the highest grade was grade six, and most kids would go to one school, while some, along with me, went to another school. The only people I knew who were going to the same school as me were the more social kids. So I decided to wait until grade seven because I thought that I would never have to be near both groups at the same time until highschool. By now, your probably wondering what a lot of this has to do with sports, but they were the popular kids because they played sports instead of trying to get an education. Since I didn't play sports like them, while I hung out with some of them, most of them would laugh at me when everyone was playing sports, and I was always picked last.
When I started grade seven, it did not get better. The portion of the popular group that went to the same school as me didn't have anybody to pick on, so they started to pick on me. They would use any opportunity that they could to insult me or harm me. I couldn't leave the group though, I didn't know anyone, and I thought it was better to go through their torment than to look like a loner. Eventually at recess they would hang out at the creek near the school, hidden from the sight of the teachers, so they could cause trouble without getting in trouble. They began to play brutal sports, for example, one game involved a person holding a giant log and chasing after everyone, a bit like tag, but instead of touching the person, you beat on them with the log until they either start to bleed or cry. Whenever I was the log bearer, they rigged it against me so they could throw rocks at me to prevent me from getting to them. Whenever they were the log bearers, they would specifically go after me, while everyone watched and cheered them on, and when I used tactics such as crossing the creek and going into areas with trees close together, causing it to be difficult to swing a log in the area, I was called a pussy or a faggot. There were also one on one matches with logs and sticks which had brutal results, and sometimes large scale versions of the same game, with everyone on teams. Near the end of grade seven, they began to do drugs. I needed to find a new group, it was one thing to be insulted and beaten, but now I could get in trouble for being near them for doing something I didn't do. I actually have a funny story: I found out that they did drugs when they pulled out a pipe and some marijuana while in the creek, and everyone crowded around taking turns smoking it. They were surprised about how strong it was. The next day they found out that it was not weed, but cat nip. But in all seriousness, I needed to get out. I was the only one in the group who didn't do it, and I had to go through their peer pressure and taunting.
In grade eight I found a good group for me. It was a group of nerds. To be honest, I don't even know how I decided to get in there, I didn't view myself as a nerd, and I didn't admire nerds at the time. I found out that I was a nerd when my friend called me a nerd, and I took it as an insult, but he just said that nerds were smart people who were intellectually superior to their peers. I researched it that night, and decided that it was a good thing to be a nerd. That was when I became a prominent nerd and sports hater. I had always been a nerd inside and disliked sports, but then I took it to a whole new level. I was picked on for being a self proclaimed nerd and sports hater, I was called faggot, pussy, gay, girl, and you get the point, all unrelated insults that had nothing to do with me. Two kids in particular where the worst two me, both of them hyper jocks. One of them was somewhat big, the other was pretty small but thought that he could fight me. Both of them listened to crappy new music. I actually got in a fight and won against the small guy, and had him at my mercy, however I decided that I would let him go, it wasn't worth my time. I began to defend my nerd friends, pulling them out of a fight and substiting myself into there, even when I new I wouldn't stand a chance. Just two years ago, I would have watched, but by then I was taking a stance. And it felt good, knowing that I sacfrificed myself for the good of my friends.
The Olympics were a very annoying time for me. Our school was divided into different "countries", and we had to face eachother in a mockup Olympics with different activities. And we had to miss precious class time. In the last hockey game in the Olympics with Canada vs. the US, if you heard my family, you would have called 911, or ran away, or both. They were screaming arrogantly. When I kindly told them to be quiet as I was trying to complete their homework, they told me how unpatriotic I was for not supporting Canada in one sports game.
Just a few weeks ago, when I was changing for gym class, some big arrogant senior jock who was high on testosterone came into the changeroom and threw my backpack onto the floor because it was on the bench where he wanted to sit, even though there was plenty of room elsewhere. All of my binders fell onto the floor and many important papers became disorganized. I muttered quietly "Fuckin' douchebag" and he came up to me and asked me if I called him a douchebag. He was about 200 pounds, and not because he was fat or tall, but because he was pumped, while I was about 125-130 pounds, and he was a few years older than me. He was exhibiting symptoms of steroid use, most prominently 'roid rage. I responded "Yes", and he slapped me in the face. He then told me not to talk to him, so I said "Yes, now calm down". I suppose my confirmation of not talking to him counted as talking to him, so he picked me up and threw me into a wall with hooks for backpacks and coats, with my face landing on the hooks. He then grabbed me and pushed me into a bench, causing me to fall over it. He then picked me up and told me not to talk to him again. I nodded, but considered provoking him into harming me further so I could land him a spot in jail for assault (however he had probably already done enough damage for me to charge him for assault). He then yelled at everyone who was staring that "He started it", an argument that a child would make when in trouble from his parents for fighting with his sibling, when in fact I did not start it. Everyone just laughed. They didn't do anything but laugh.
To be honest, I am a bit thankful that I had to go through all of what I explained, as it taught me a valuable moral lesson, and it taught me how to survive while facing adversity. These events, along with many others, explain why I am such a prominent nerd and sports hater. While I do not agree with all members on this website on some issues, for example I do not believe all sports fans and athletes should be killed, I do not believe capital punishment is appropriate for any criminal, I think that sports are a waste of time and money, and think that we would be much better without sports. However, we must rehabilitate and punish anyone who acts like the ape-like jocks if they torment others, even if it is for something unrelated to sports and they are not jocks. Anyways, I am glad enough that most of them will end up either homeless or in a low paying job, while many nerds who were picked on will often become sucessful people. I am just disappointed that an athlete can get a scholarship with decent grades just because he can throw a ball, but non-athletic kids have to work ten times harder than athletes to get into university.
And for a bit about me: I play bass in a band, and listen to old punk rock music (not what modern kids consider punk rock. They would consider Sum41 and even the Jonas Brothers to be punk). My favourite band, as my username suggests, is Bad Religion. For those of you who are unfamiliar, they are a punk band formed in 1980, well known for having songs with intelligent lyrics which discuss real problems and social issues that occur in the world. Greg Graffin, the singer of the band, is a professor at UCLA in evolutionary biology and ecology, and holds a Ph.D in geology, which just goes to show that they are an intelligent band. I get straight A's in all of my classes, in fact I got the best mark in all but one of my classes last semester.
Sorry if my post was a bit lengthy, it might take some endurance to read it.