Even though it’s only been a 4-day week, I am bushed. Evidently 3-day boozefests are beyond me nowadays, and I seem to have picked up a cold to boot. Excellent!
Thankfully, I’m off to my parents’ place for some R&R on this 3-day weekend, with the girlfriend heading off on a hen do and me left on my lonesome for a day of sport on the Saturday. There’s nothing like being on the sofa for eight hours, with a laptop on one side and the TV on the other (or, ideally, with both in front of you so you can watch both without having to turn your head. I have previous on this matter).
Then it’s round to a mate’s house for a barbecue on Sunday, come rain or shine, and back to London on Monday. With any luck the girlfriend’s sister will have cleaned our flat whilst she’s staying there in our absence!
Can't have tennis without Pimms...
Please excuse the pout, I was drinking!
Lukasz Kubot
Black/Hantuchova v Uhlirova/Kondratieva
What with it being a nice day and all, I figured that I’d best get my ass down to Wimbledon to see some tennis this evening. Thankfully there wasn’t any queue, and we were able to get straight in.
One brief stop at a bar for some Pimms, and then we were off to Court 5 to watch Petzschner v Kubot. I can’t say that I’d heard of them before, but it was a good match until Petzschner rather ran away with it in the final set. We also managed to catch some doubles, including my favourite: Daniela Hantuchova.
I’d not been to Wimbledon before, despite living in the area for a few years, and I have to say that it was a fantastic experience. Just being that close to the action was incredible, and seeing the tennis from a different angle really emphasises how low the ball is to the ground when the players are hitting it.
I might have to go back again tomorrow…
My view back into the living room as I stand at the kitchen sink washing dishes: cricket on the laptop and tennis on the TV!
I’ve watched a ridiculous amount of sport this weekend, actually. There’s just been stuff on TV pretty much all day every day, and it’s continuing into this, the Bank Holiday Monday.
Snooker rest extension, or bizarre sexual device?
Maybe it’s a clue that the photo is from SnookerStuff.com…
Randomly, there was a cricket match in Waterloo station this afternoon, in the old Eurostar terminal entrance.
It was part of a new scheme launched by the Lord Mayor (I didn’t see him there) to get more inner-city kids involved in sport. There was an England woman cricketer there (Caroline Atkins, I think), but I didn’t see any guys that I recognised.
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. :(
To what extent are we just little lemmings that they just throw down a track and we’re crash-test dummies? I mean, this is our lives.
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.
Football Games Have 11 Minutes of Action - WSJ.com
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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…
