Sports up the ying yang

No, I’m not talking of all things rudie nudie. Although that may be a sport, I’m ranting and raving about the G rated variety.

I wish to proclaim to all, this sporting life sucks. It seems as though I can not change the channel, turn the page, or look anywhere, for that matter, without seeing something to do with sport. Perhaps it’s just that time of the year. Perhaps it’s the post Australia day exhale of physical activity. Perhaps it’s the media industry trying to reinforce New Year’s resolutions. Perhaps all this athleticism can kiss my arse.

I mean really, must we endure this much sport at once; Cricket, Tennis, Football (or Soccer to you non-bandwagon jumpers), Surfing, and knob measuring. And damn it, I can say this as someone who would normally have been either a participant or spectator of this sort of frivolity, with an exception to the last activity. It would have resulted in a negative reading, thereby making me disqualified from said event.

I regularly went to the Australian Open and the Triangle Cricket Tournaments. I still retain my nickname of “Chucker” when greeted by the flag baring rednecks that are kind enough to fly down from Cronulla. I’ve been to see the Victory and there fans exchange incomprehensible but well timed chants. It’s all good. But for God, Allah, Jehovah, Buddha, Ganesh, and L. Ron Hubbard’s sake space it out.