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If there’s one type of physical activity that I hate, it’s running. Memories of timed miles and “Super Cardio Days” from middle school haunt my thoughts as I remember the shin splints, aching muscles and burning lungs associated with running for long periods of time.

My news editor once asked me, “Samuel, do you live on a farm?” Though the owner of nine chickens and a dog, I have to say, somewhat regretfully, that I live in the suburbia of suburbias, right next to Redwood Middle School.

My 23-year-old sister and I have only one major job over the December break: to bake enough Christmas cookies to feed our entire extended family for our annual get-together. This task, as you can imagine, often turns out to be quite a job.

I’m fed up.

Since 1994, the Golden State Warriors have been less than mediocre and have made the playoffs only once. While I personally have not been a fan since 1994, this fact makes the Warriors the laughingstock of the National Basketball Association.