I play women's doubles tennis on two teams. Both teams are going to playoffs this week. I am not in the line up for today's match because, according to the speculation of one of my team mates, I have too much fun when I play tennis. Ummm. Crickets... It's a game.
So, just like a girl with the initials H.H. told me in sixth grade, people would like me better if I acted like they do. The irony is, in sixth grade, I was the kid who was getting benched at my softball games for my uncanny ability to go more Bobby Cox than Bobby Cox on an umpire. I was the kid who wouldn't pick my best friend to be on my team at P.E. because she sucked at all sports, and I wanted to win. I was the girl in my twenties who offered to remove a guy's genitals with my bare hands and shove them down his throat during a nice, recreational co-ed softball game. In my thirties, I pissed off another girl so badly that she took a swing at me on the softball field. Her aim was off, but mine was not. I got suspended for two games, and I only punched her once!
At the time, I considered my attitude to be perfectly normal; I just happened to be a touch more competitive than others. Now, I live with perhaps, one of the least reactionary men on the planet. It really takes a good bit to ruffle his feathers. An excellent quality for someone married to me to have. Do you realize how exponentially ass-holey you look when you behave like a petulant 12 year old when you are standing next to the Dalai-Freakin'-Lama? Let's not forget that I am also the mother of two little boys who would probably rather grow up not being totally embarrassed by their wack-job mother.
News flash: if I didn't give a rats ass what you thought about me in the 6th grade, I sure as hell don't now. Have I lost my fire? Negative. The thing is, most people have their heads so far up their asses that it doesn't do any good to tell them off. So, if I choose to make tennis more about having fun and less about humiliating some unhappy housewives, and you don't like it, maybe you should take a look at your pathetic life and decide what it is that is making you so unhappy. You should also probably be glad that it has been ten years since I punched anybody.
Don't poke the bear, ladies.