Can anyone write a counter-argument for the prompt that esports is a real sport.

18 points so for my assignment there need to be like conflict and stuff but i don't know where i am going with this. can somebody me out? and it needs to be turned in by 12.ring ring, ring ring… “dr. watson, hi. i have run out of blueberries at my berry shop! may you pick some up on your way here? remember, not the ones by the big pine. the ones by the creek.” “of course, sherlock! i’m on my way right now. see you soon! ” said dr. watson. beep. dr. watson always wants to impress sherlock so he made sure to leave right away to have enough time to pick through all the berries and find the best ones. it was about a 4-hour walk from dr. watson’s cottage to the berry shop, so he made sure not get distracted. about 2 hours into his walk, he started approaching the berries. however, these were the ones by the big pine that did not look very appetizing. the blueberries were so small, you could taste the sourness through your teeth. most of them weren’t even ripe yet. straight green. dr. watson turned away with his sour face and headed toward the creek. there, he saw the most beautiful berries. plump and juicy, dark blue, and so big, you could almost compare them to some grapes! as dr. watson went to pick the first berry, sherlock called. “hi! just checking in. how is it going? we have a few people who put in orders for blueberries. they will be picking them up tomorrow morning and we still need to get the blueberries through the sanitizing process.” “yes, i am going as fast as i can. i will be there soon! ”

The travels of marco polo. which sentence best reflects author’s subjective perspective on the people of japan?

Which two parts of this excerpt from mary shelley’s frankenstein reveals information about the setting? (it was on a dreary night of november that i beheld the accomplishment of my toils.) with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, (i collected the instruments of life around me, that i might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. it was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out) when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, i saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. (how can i describe my emotions at this catastrophe), or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care i had endeavored to form? his limbs were in proportion, and i had selected his features as beautiful. beautiful! great god! (his yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; ) but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same color as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight black lips.