Thursday, March 09, 2006
Hypothetically...If I happened to go out this weekend and pick up some black skates and protective gear, I can go to my first roller chick practice next Wednesday evening.
Now, as long as no one mentions my lack of athletic ability, innate clumsiness, and the void that exists where my social skills should be, I'll be just fine...
Anyone want to start taking bets on how many times I change my mind between now and then?
How many times will I tell myself that I should stick to hypothetical cyber-stalking and not hypothetically join a sports league?
How many hypothetical excuses can I come up with to not purchase the equipment and just do it?
The world may never know.