I switched on the television last night to watch a programme.
I should have known better.
I used to like watching Wimbledon. Back in the 60s it was the era of the amateur. It was the era of Newcombe and Laver. Billie Jean King ruled supreme. In 1969 they fucked it up by allowing professionals in.
So now the players are truly remote from the likes of you and me. They spend their weeks in the gymnasium and training until ultimately they cease to be tennis players, and become tennis playing machines. They are honed to perfection and are soulless.
I watched it for a bit. I watched them swap rackets because the Titanium was getting warm or the laser sights needed retuning. I listened to them grunt as they tried to break the sound barrier with each serve. I wasn't impressed with the fancy footwork or the incredibly well placed shots, because I knew they had practiced each shot a million times.
Of course, seeing as it was sport, it took precedence and my programme was cancelled.
In this digital age there is a clatter of television channels dedicated to sport. Why the hell can't they be used?
At last Wimbledon is over. The endless football has finished.
Now we have the fucking Olympics breathing down our necks.