Since the beginning of time swimmers and football players have never gotten along. They have always loathed each other with such a passion that just the sight of each other is enough to make one want to threw a trident through the others heart. Well, that's the way it is at my highschool anyways. And today proved that above statement to me more then just a little correct. We had decided previously to this afternoon that during 5th hour we would have a waterpolo match which was actually a really good idea. ~Rules applied this time however. To sum up the whole temper rising experience, here's basically what went down. We started playing-they[football players] whined about it being the deep-end because they couldn't tread water. We played in the shallow end-they whined about us stil l having an advantage and moved our goal farther in. We scored- they complained to our coach and she told them to grow up. They hit some of the girls-Our guys freaked out and a couple punches were thrown. They called Natalie and Lindsey fat bitches-They told them to grow up and said they should be taken out because they were being assholes -go lindsey!- We played so that last point won-They complained because we scored the last point, so we did it again. We scored again-They cried and we told them we could buy the binkies and baby blankets. Brock asked them about punching Natalie-They said they would slit his throat