Oddball — 20 Comments

  1. Well we didn't really win it this time,  France won it for us!  By the way, the womens Six Nations rugby is on today ! 🙂

    • Now you're having me on!  Either the Irish won or the French won.  How can a French win mean a win for Ireland?

      On second thoughts, don't answer that.  I really do not want to know [or care].

      • As the Belgian surrealist artist Magritte would have said: Ceci n'est pas une vraie victoire du Six Nations Coupe.

          • The French only won it for Ireland by not losing by much as they might have done. Not only is this not a pipe, but it is a not a pipe that does not even look like not a pipe

  2. Never mind the offside rule, doping, match-fixing and other petty distractions. Always struck me the main problem with any sport is the 90 minutes or so you have to spend hanging around a muddy field on a rainy day before you're allowed in the pub.

    • Just head for the pub before the match.  That's what I do [provided I can fund a pub without a fucking television].

  3. Holding your own on a tennis court is frowned upon these days.

    Watched the three oval ball games yesterday not compulsory true but entertaining for the most part and what struck about all six teams is the men who play in them are coached not to play to their natural ability so when they get into positions where their natural ability should shine through they fuck things up.

    • Holding my own is considerably less indelicate than sticking my head between other blokes' arses.  There is something vaguely unsettling about that sight.

  4. oh i remember school gym well, myself being 6 ft tall, coaches used to get quite excited thinking finally they'd have a proper score person for the girls basketball….which died immediately when i stepped foot on the court. not sports minded couldn't care less about it and at the time, hand eye coordination really sucked. thank you but no thank you, sports were not for me.

    • Our school had basketball courts marked out in paint in the yard but I don't ever remember them putting up the posts and nets.  Being over the six foot mark [even then] I had a narrow escape on that score too.

  5. School rugby…  Being of slight build, the best thing for me to do if I was ever unlucky enough for the ball to come my way, was to get rid of it before some big b***** jumped on me.  Or, if it was foggy, to hide in the mist.  I swapped for cross–country running as soon as I could.  It was horrible, but at least it was all over in 40 minutes.  Happy days… not.

    • That was how I scored my famous try – I found myself with the ball in my hands, and a blurry shape of a hoard heading towards me, so I just ran.  The fact that I ran in the wrong direction was purely accidental.

  6. About 25 years ago when I was living in the south of Greece, I was in a bar chatting to a few Greek lads, and the conversation came (inevitably) round to football. Most Greek lads are fervent supporters of 'their' Greek team, but they are invariably also fervent supporters of an English football team as well. So of course, as surely as night follows day, I was asked which was 'my' team. I said, truthfully, that I wasn't much interested in football and so didn't follow any particular team.

    There was a stunned silence as looks of incomprehension settled on their visages. You could have heard a pin drop. You'd have thought I'd said that I liked killing babies and putting their corpses on spikes outside my house. The reaction would have been similar; a slack-jawed look of disbelief.

    Funny old thing, sport. Hearkens back to the gladiatorial tournaments. Governments love sports. Bread and circuses. Keeps the proles in order.

    • Even now I tend to get the same reaction.  "But you must follow football".  No I mustn't.  It's a great conversation killer!!

  7. A man after my own heart.

    I really would rather watch paint dry than a football or rugby match.

    Give me F1 motor racing every time.

    • F1?  A lot of cars that ultimately go nowhere?  It always looks like Scalextric to me – great fun when a car goes flying off the track, but that doesn't happen too often.

  8. I actually enjoyed yesterday's spectacle. It worked out quite well in that there was a good case for popping to the local at 2pm, and was then 'morally obliged' to remain for the England match to see how the story ended. What I originally envisaged was a couple of pints, but somehow this morphed into 5 or six, all on a sunny leisurely afternoon. Rather pleasant i thought 🙂

    • Pubs + television = very bad thing.  How can anyone enjoy a peaceful pint if the place is full of yobs screaming at a screen?

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