Stupid bloody curling. Stupid bloody British men’s curling team in a stupid bloody playoff which is still going at midnight and is bloody tense.
Stupid bloody me for starting to watch it nearly two hours ago and now not being able to go to bloody bed because I want to see how the bloody thing finishes.
EDIT: I went to bed before it finished. We lost. :(
This quote earlier in the week from Australian luger Hannah Campbell-Pegg now seems all the more poignant with the news that Georgian competitor Nodar Kumaritashvili has died after a training accident on the track.
Tonight’s opening ceremony has suddenly become secondary news, you have to feel.
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And I wonder why the girlfriend detests watching American football… She’ll put up with proper football, because that’s basically non-stop for 90 minutes, but American football bores the crap out of her.
It wasn’t until I went to see a game live (Giants - Dolphins at Wembley a few years ago) that I realised just how much the game is dictated by TV. The players spend so much time waiting to come back from commercial breaks that it’s quite funny to see them all standing around in the middle of the field, needlessly delaying the game taking place.
I still love watching it though. Looking forward to this weekend’s games already.
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And they say that darts players aren’t athletes…
Just how big were they???
14th December: Swiss watchmaker Tag Heuer says that it will maintain its relationship with Tiger Woods, as his non-sporting affairs are “not our business”.
18th December: Swiss watchmaker Tag Heuer says that it will no longer use Tiger Woods in its advertising in the US.
Also known as “Well, this news story lasted a lot longer than we thought it would”…
Piece of shit hypocrites.
EDIT: Heh, just noticed that I wrote “non-sporting affairs”. Oops.
It was the obvious choice…
Grab the Tiger .png file at hellaposer.
This is from 2006, and is me standing at the entrance to the street in Berlin where I used to live. The flat we were in overlooked all of the sports fields around the Olympic Stadium, particularly those for tennis and hockey.
I remember being able to look down from our balcony and watch the floodlit matches taking place each evening. It was probably my first taste of sport…
EDIT: Holy crap, I was a skinny motherfucker in 2006.
My day of sport in the pub tomorrow:
12:45 - Football - Paulton v Norwich
14:30 - Rugby Union - England v Australia
17:30 - Football - Wolves v Arsenal
22:00 (approx) - Boxing - David Haye v Valuev
I’ll be spending Sunday recovering…
I hoped that the McCracken in this story was Big Ernie, but it was not to be.
