Tonight I am sick, but I am still going to a Falcons game with some of the Baby Robots. Whenever I participate in sporting events, I feel like a foreign exchange student:
I am willing and enthusiastic to participate in your sporting match! I am both joyful and confused because of the inevitable cultural subtleties that I missed while being raised by a humble Estonian cow-dentist. My teenage gypsy mother left us when I was a baby, and my father was too busy working as a cow-dentist to teach me about sports. I would also like to meet Dolly Parton and the Great Whale Shamu, who I hear has mystical powers and lives in one of your gigantic water zoos. Go sport team the Atlanta Falcons!
Mostly I know that I should hold my screaming and jumping inside until others around me have given me the correct signals upon which to gauge my enthusiasm.
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