World Cup fever is off and running. You can see the shine in eyes or, at my work, the blood shot eyes of those who stayed up to watch.
I'm not a fan. It's kewl and everything - and good on you if you like it.
But if you're a true fan are you sick of people that didn't give a shit before Uruguay lost suddenly coming on board the Socceroo's express?
People you know who couldn't name a single member, let alone the Captain a few months ago now discussing the minutia of who went on when?
It gives me the shits.
Sure I will be proud by association if we go well. But I tell you this. I ain't staying up for it.
I am not fairweather. I remain uninterested and will be until this ends. As I am uninterested in all sports. Chalk that up to enforced sportage at the hands of fucking [bad word] at the private school I was forced to attend at hideous expense. Bullying evil minded pricks.
I do like though the spirit that global sport provides. It makes a nice change meeting someone in face to face in competition as opposed to dropping a bomb on their population cente.
Oh - Mr Fucking Vodaphone Tracksuit was just on smearing his pheromones over the Australian football team. What a fucking surprise. Do you think he puts it on when he watches all sports? I bet he does.