Okay kids. I know that trickle of sweat running down my neck irks your clean hands to no end. I know the drips of perspiration dropping to the floor disgust your sock fashioned, converse laced feet. I know the splash of wetness across my back is the most unfeminine anomaly you have ever seen.
We're playing a sport, people. Its not math. Sports, by definition, require significant physical exertion, some level of pain, and a pooping block of effort, motivation, and determination. You can make fun of me because I have felt every single one those for the past year, hours at a time, in desperate will to, what? yeah, beat you.
Its called thermoregulation. Some people call it sweating. I call it working hard.
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