It's football season.
And what better excuse not to have blogged.
I'm into the world cup. So into it that we've converted the hall to a bedroom. You might think it's easier to put the TV in the bedroom. Not when you have a 48" projection TV. Also I need to have my legs on the ground. So that when they don't do simple things like slide in at 250 miles per hour and get their legs on the most fantastically delicious cross ever, I can stand up quickly and say "What the heck!!!!!!!! You miserable losers!" and repeat that until I realise my beer is going flat.
So in the course of football what is also happening is that I'm sleeping at 3 AM. And waking up late and going late to work and appearing groggy all day.
It has turned out that Wimbledon is also going on. I don't know why but Wimbledon always reminds me of Ivan Lendl, who never won Wimbledon but won everything else or something. He lost first to...er...some long haired chap, and then to Boris Becker. After which he said "Grass is for cows". I thought it was darn funny at the time. For the life of me, I can't remember why. I think I had a lousy sense of humour.
It took me around 8 more years to moo.
But I digress.
Football is incredible because India isn't participating. So I don't give a flying f*** about who's winning as long as they're trying to score goals. I'll cheer Brazil going in, and then I'll be pushing Ghana to score. In the end, no matter who won, I'll be as cheerful as a drunk cheerful guy.
So now, moments:
- Germany is by far the best team around, at least by the way they've been thrashing everyone
- Australia deserved to win. And Italy is a spineless piece of crap.
- The difference between all these teams is not about who's good. They're all bloody good. It's about that one superlative effort that makes or breaks the deal. It's that one Beckham Goal, that Argentinian move, or that Ronaldo drive that seals it up.
- There are no ads while watching football. Thank you, whoever you are.
- The Portugal Netherlands match was the stupidest battle in history. Four red cards and some 11 yellows, and some other colours as well.
6 Comments:
For some reason Wimbledon reminds me of the women players more than the men players...errr except Agassi & Lendl of course. The real fun games almost always involved Navratilova, Graf, Sabatini, Sharapova, et al. Before anyone accuses me of being an ogling male creep, let me say this holds true even for my wife ;-)
I really liked the part about no ads during both Wimbledon & World Cup this year (maybe in india they still show ads during Wimbledon matches...dunno)
And I think being an indian during this world cup is the best possible thing...you can cheer who you want...and the other side as well...without any guilt!
Mohit: Ah yes, the golden years of Graf and Sabatini and all that...but I'll confess, a major part of my viewing involved the word "ogle".
They do show ads during wimbledon here though. I need a TiVo type thingy.
Ranjani: Thanks, very much appreciated.
Deepak, how shocking! And i thought you were a 'good' guy! ;-)
Must say even the men-folk of that era were better looking, no? :-)
BTW, I watch Wimbledon on BBC, and the Beeb usually doesn't show any ads during sports programs. No TiVo in UK, alas!
uh-oh, your spineless italy took the cake. hope that final didn't spoil your drunk cheerfulness!
anuja: I was all for france until "zizou" showed he was even more spineless than Italy, so I immediately switched loyalties and felt happy when it all came to a happy joyous end.
I still think India would have won the cup, had FIFA followed the reservations policy! ;-)
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