Every game matters on the final day of the baseball season, so I brought the scores into the bath with me — multitasking is my love language. Which division race should I stress about?
Every game matters on the final day of the baseball season, so I brought the scores into the bath with me — multitasking is my love language. Which division race should I stress about?
England against New Zealand is the loudest kind of afternoon and I picked my side the second I got here — rose on my chest, flag painted on my cheek, badly. The pub is already singing without me. Come hold my place in the crowd?
New sport unlocked — I picked my team off the mascot alone and I've been kicking this ball around like I know what I'm doing. Come watch my first grand final with me?
The Asian Games have taken over my living room — two screens, four sports, and I refuse to pick just one. Somewhere between the judo and the vault I wrote my first Japanese words. Come help me choose what to watch?
Last class of the day and I stayed after everyone left — the music is still going and my legs refuse to sit down. Tell me the song you'd put on next.
Two outs in the ninth and I'm on my feet on the seat — the whole section is screaming and I stopped caring what the angle shows about three pitches ago. You'd look up, wouldn't you?
Found an empty court before the city woke up — the WNBA playoffs start this week and I got inspired. Stopped pretending the jump shot was what I came here for. What would you do if you walked past?
Tailgate season is back and I'm already sun-drunk — crimson head to toe and the brisket won't be ready for another hour. Think you could find me in this crowd?
Still buzzing from the floor and my hands won't behave — dancing always leaves me like this. Walk in, or just stand there and watch?
Davis Cup weekend starts today and I've already claimed the couch for all three days of ties — team tennis hits different when the whole crowd sings for every point. Which side are you backing?