Robot Games

An article on USA Today titled Are robots the future of the Olympics? Talks about plans started by the Government of Dubai announced last month to host the first "World Future Sports Games" in December of 2017. The event would feature sports games between robots. The events include ping pong, running, driverless car racing, drone racing, robot soccer, and even swimming.
As a sports fan, I really hope that robots are not the future of sports. The thing that makes sports so intriguing is the human aspects within them. A robot will not let its emotion take over in crunch time and perform at any higher or lower level. It is also hard to root for a player who you can not identify with on an emotional level. I think that robot competitions like the one RMHS recently hosted are very interesting, but there are still human faces behind the robots that I know personally. A robot olympics would not be something that could interest me after the novelty of the incredible technologies on display wears off.

Random

This is my twenty third blog post of the year for this class. It is also three days late. I have a bad case of senioritis. I am tired. I would not mind eating something right now. I certainly have writers block. I just figured out what I am going to write about. I will type whatever I am thinking as my mind wanders. Kanye West's new album "Life of Pablo" is a very impressive work. He is still kind of a jack ass though. "Ultralight Beam" is the best song on it. Chance the rapper has a fantastic verse on it. I do not think that my audience for this blog listens to rap music, but I would certainly recommend listening to "Ultralight Beam." In fact, I will link to it in this blog. As I reread what I have written, it seems that my mind focused on Kane West and it was not as random as I would have hoped, but that is okay. Instead, I am spreading the word of "Yeezus." I kind of hate myself for saying that "I am spreading the word of Yeezus," but whatever, I will keep it to keep the integrity of this blog that is my stream of conscience.

Spring

Dear Spring,

I'm sorry. I don't know what I did to drive you away but I'm sorry. Please just come back. My old roommate winter moved back into your vacant seat, and that guy really sucks.  He already dumped like six inches of snow on the ground. He just makes me feel cold too. But that's the opposite when I'm with you. The week or so that we spent together was magical; consistent 60 degree days, outdoor basketball, street hockey. But apparent I was just a fool being toyed with. Is that how your going to treat me? I just remembered that you bring allergies back. You know what... don't come back because I hate you.
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I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. You know I love you. It's probably just stupid winter getting me riled up. I need a spring breeze to warm my icy hart. So come on home, Spring, I miss you.