Sport, sport and yet more sport

It’s been a quiet weekend, which was brilliant for me .Because with all the sport on the telly I had a serious weekend of couch and remote hogging ahead. The F1 race on Sunday was to be the culmination of a few days of back to back sport. Now with motor racing, it’s not good enough to watch just the race. There are 3 practice sessions and the qualifying session to factor in. It just doesn’t feel right to watch the race if you haven’t paid your dues by forcing yourself to watch the practices. At least that’s what I told the kids every time they threw themselves on the floor moaning that “sport is so boring”.

Besides the Grand Prix, there was rugby, which is a game played by 30 rather large blokes all intent on ignoring the ball and concentrating more on raising the oppositions medical bills. Thus reducing their ability to buy bigger players and doing the same thing to you the following season. Now with rugby, it is impossible to watch without letting the ref. know how poor his eyesight and sense of direction are. Cody finds this very amusing, “who you talking to daddy?” and “the TV can’t hear you” can be heard between the raucous laughter. I’m sure he thinks I’m autistic and sport on the telly is my stim. He might not be far off the mark, the Hindenburg could land in the living room, and as long as it wasn’t blocking the TV, I, more than likely, wouldn’t notice.

My other obligation this weekend was the cricket world cup. For those who aren’t familiar with cricket, tough, explaining it would be pointless. I have been playing it for 30 yrs and still have no idea what’s going on. A match can last anything from 3hrs to 5 days, so watching rights have to be renegotiated every few hours. Being the skilled negotiator he is, Cody has come out, after some of the longer games, with a plethora of DVDs and promises of trips to places far and wide. He is still owed 3 trips to Argentina and one to Armenia after the last series against our longstanding rivals, Australia. To add insult to injury when asked who his favorite players are? He, without hesitation, says “Ricky Ponting and Mike Hussey”. These two play for the Ausies. I can feel all the fathers reeling after that statement, so I know they will understand the agony those two names coming from my sons lips causes me. Autism is nothing, but please don’t let my boy be an Australian supporter. Institutionalization might be the only way forward if his cricket affiliations don’t change. I’m just not sure which ones would accept me.