Before I start, Dad said he will go through this before I put it on and explain things. He says it doesn’t make sense when it’s outside of my head.
When it comes to sports, I know pretty much the same as a brick. PE was never my strong point, and I was counting the tiles on the floor for the first year (565 for those of you who wanted to know). The second year was when I had the amazing idea to listen, which lasted for about half an hour before I realised that there were bricks on the walls. I counted them too (2056). The third year we alternated between watching Step Up due to lack of teachers, and playing Dodgeball. I was always out, which gave me time to count the panels on the ceiling. I never finished, because I was also usually out with people I could talk to. I was the only one to dive in the way of the ball though. For the record, I would rather have someone throw the guts of a cow at me until the moon turned purple, than play Dodgeball.
I do like to think I know about it though. In my house, quite a bit of sports is on. I even watch some of it. I watch figure skating and gymnastics. Sometimes. Dad is the one who watches the sports. Football, which honestly is only exciting when there is a argument or penalties. I watch it when England are playing, but I don’t really understand. I mean, the man was in the white lines, but the referee said he was ‘off the side’ and when that man took that penalty, all of the people stood in front of him. I don’t know much about football, but I know a bit about cheating and I am sure that it counts.
The other thing he watches is the the CW, or the NAACP or the FTSE. The not helmetless rugby. The American football. To be fair, i find this more exciting than the football. Mainly because there are a couple of things that make me laugh. Like the names. The New York Knickerbockers and the Boston Red Stockings (These are names from years ago). Come on. You sound very turn of the century.
Also, it’s so exciting – for like ten seconds and then the man blows the whistle and everyone starts again. And when the halfway-forward runs to the end of the pitch they got like 1million points and everyone goes insane.
What I really don’t get is the points in the corner. I like to think I know, and one night I walked through the kitchen, where Dad was watching the Elves play the Unicorns (Redskins against the Bears) or something, and looked in the corner.
“Washington against Chicago. Washington on the 3rd down,” I said. Dad looked at me like I had walked through the kitchen, and in the most causal way ever told him the secret of life, and then as I do, I messed it up. “On the twenty-one seventeen.” I don’t think I have ever seen someone’s face flip from a state of awe, and then to such confusion in such a short period of time.
“what do you mean?” he asked, looking at the TV as if he was missing something.
“They’re on the twenty-one nine now,” I pointed.
“Erin you flabbergasted little toad (some of these words may have been changed). That’s the time.” Then my face changed, from a state of cocky arrogance to a clear state of shame and embarrassment.
So American Football’s not my thing. The most exciting thing about it is that The Blind Side came from it.
But when that man’s leg breaks! I can’t watch it. I am physically ill just thinking about out.
I suppose it’s not as bad a tennis. When the tennis playing world cup comes around, I think it’s the tournament that that film Wimbledon is about. Mummy and Daddy watch it when it is on, and the one thing I can say about football and American Football fans, is that at least they care. Tennis fans are either mute or bored. They just look at the ball the whole time. At least when they play football they shout things that make me laugh. In tennis they shout nothing. They don’t even shout things when their team, or person, does anything. They clap for both sides. Traitorous little horrors.
What I don’t get about Tennis is why they all were white. They all look like the altar servers. Mind you, those skirts are cute. But with a white shirt, come on.
Don’t get me going on cricket. I don’t know who I am cheering for because they were the same clothes. If I wanted to not know who I supported, then I would watch tennis.
I don’t mind some sport. When we watch the Olympics, I like the gymnastics. I love when they have those two bars and swing from one to the other. I also don’t mind the high jump (the one with the big stick).
Some good films came out of sports, The Blind Side, which I always have to lock myself in the bathroom after because I cry like I did watching that Derek Redmond video. Wimbledon – oh, god, what’s that tennis tournament called. Goal, which to be fair is a little boring until the end.
Anyway, I need to go for a jog and then do some push ups. Ah – I’m actually going to watch Mamma Mia.
Toodles.