ABBY’S TAKE

As I lay awake in my bed begging for sleep, one question bounces back and forth across the walls of my brain with a burning intensity: why won’t Sam let me join his fantasy football league?

I’ve pondered this for hours. In what ways am I inadequate? Do I lack the necessary knowledge to be a true competitor in the league? Does Sam dislike me so much that he will deny me from such simple a pleasure as participating in internet sport? Though the former may be true, I am positive that if allowed proper time for preparation, I could study the enigmatic pastime of “football” and become a scholar on the subject. As for the latter, I can only pray that it is not so.

Could it perhaps be that Sam holds prejudice against me simply because I am a member of the female gender? It is not false to say that many supposedly non-sexist men still hold misogynistic values that have been buried deep into their cores by societal expectations. Does Sam really believe that my status as a woman compromises my ability to play a silly video game? No, this could not be true. Sam is not that big of a jerk.

My only guess as to why Sam is barring me from the cyber sporting field is because he is mad at me. Is it something I did? Was it something I said? Let me recall all of our interactions from the past two weeks. No event rings any bells. Unless… last Thursday, when I refused to give him my granola bar? Or this Tuesday, when I made fun of his hair? Of course! These must be the reasons.

What shall be my course of action to make reparations to Sam and I’s fractured relationship? How can I ever regain his trust? This is so much more than a fantasy football league. This is Sam and I’s friendship at stake.

I can only hope that Sam will come around and accept my sincerest apologies. And that he will cave and let me into that darn fantasy league.

SAM’S TAKE

Abby asked if she could join the journalism league today. I said no, since we were full. I felt bad, but I’m sure she’s fine with it.