A Day in the Life of a Girl Who Loves Sports

How does a day in our lives proceed? Well first of all, you have to accept the ultimate fate that you'll never have a decent sleep schedule. Dwindling into slumber at odd times and having to wake up at even stranger times are a given when your favourite team's located 8,116 kilometres away. Now that sounds easy until it's added that you'll not only be watching the Premier League but also the Formula 1, the Major League Soccer, the Wimbledon and virtually any apt sporting event one can access because of the adrenaline addict being you are made to be. The only thing certain about your existence – racoon eyes and disorientation regarding time and space.

At times, while watching your friends complain about the ample amount of their hard earned money they waste on things like munching on delicious delicacies, make up, and travels, you cannot help but wonder where all yours disappeared. Even though you took up yet another kid to home tutor, you utterly failed to save even a single penny to chuck it in the pink clay piggy bank - bought with the intention of saving money 3 months ago. You might as well beg for mercy to the Lord of piggy banks to exonerate your naïve and forgetful soul once again for this blasphemy. Indeed, you don't want to face his wrath. 

Now, where did all those notes go anyway? Oh that's right, the new seasons kits and merchandise were available for pre-order and being a person with little self-control, you yielded. Regardless of the fact that you're unlikely to wear the shirt more than once, as washing it makes the writing on the back turn into one of those deconstructed abstract pieces of modern art. Some might complain about how that's a huge waste but they are nothing but fools. Ten years down the line when you'll have an entire room devoted to display the large collection of sport memorabilia while others will question what they have achieved with their meaningless lives.

From the moment of euphoria one experiences when your team wins due to last minute goal when it appeared to be an impossible mission to dealing with the heart wrenching pain watching your team fail and the players who make you believe in miracles with tears cascading down their faces – the experiences can range from unbelievably rewarding to excruciatingly painful. Although brushing off claims that you only watch matches because you find a particular athlete cute can be pestering at times. But when your friends can guess the result of last night's match just by the look on your face it definitely illustrations how much it means to you. Netflix and chill? No, how about FirstRowSports and yelling at a player thousands of miles away to clear the ball.