Are you sporty?
On a scale of one to 1-100, I’m 0.
I know balls and things, but want no part of them.
I mean, I’ve played on the company soccer team, and I do stretching and stuff to keep my spine from curling right over my keyboard.
But watching sports?
Get off, that’s my leg you’re pulling.
Have you heard of “music anhedonia”? That’s when people don’t enjoy any music.
Well, I suppose I have sport anhedonia.
I’d pay to watch a UFC match between Elon Musk and, er, whoever is currently really good at UFC. But that’s a political preference, rather than a sporting one.
So consider my amazement when I read about skeleton racers this week!
I love horror and skeletons and things. I have an original Death Race 2000 (1975) poster on my wall. Brilliant!
Skeletons in cars! Going really fast and crashing! Then getting up and driving some more!
Imagine!
I clicked the link and apologised to God for my lack of faith thus far while the page loaded.
That’s why I asked if you were sporty.
If you are, you know what I found, right?
Skeleton racers are normal people (ha!) who ride a tiny sled. Which is called a skeleton bobsled for its resemblance to a ribcage, I DON’T THINK.
They are not undead speed freaks.
Proving yet again that the real world will only break your heart.
I’ll be sticking with fantasy for a while; after that disappointment.
Look, the real world can’t help being the way it is.
But sometimes you need a break. Which is what books are for.
Or you could retreat to a mysterious abandoned village with nothing but a graveyard and an ominous cloud of… something for company.
That’s what Professor de Glube does in The Forgotten Creatures, when he needs to be alone.
But you can join him right here!
Chat soon,
Morgan
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