As I sat on the balcony this evening, playing computer solitaire, sorting out pictures from the aquarium (ratio good:bad…1:4) and trying to capture an elusive picture of our friendly neighbourhood possum Percy, I had cause to contemplate a number of things.
Among them was how fantastic it is to listen to sports commentators speak about “final totals” in ice-skating, and how after a week straight of watching the Olympics I’m a little sick of snow sports. Unless there are crashes: I like the crashes.
I never realised what a multi-sports expert LaSharon (or LaTissue as my friend Nabs, from work, calls her), but I suppose that the saying “those who cannot do, teach” holds true for “those who cannot play, watch and become tele-experts” also. I’m mean, I’m not making a judgement here because let’s face it, during tennis season I’m somewhat of authority (as is Lush now that I think about it), but the last time I swung a racket I can pretty much guaruntee you that it kept on swinging til it bashed me in the ass.
Among them was how fantastic it is to listen to sports commentators speak about “final totals” in ice-skating, and how after a week straight of watching the Olympics I’m a little sick of snow sports. Unless there are crashes: I like the crashes.
I never realised what a multi-sports expert LaSharon (or LaTissue as my friend Nabs, from work, calls her), but I suppose that the saying “those who cannot do, teach” holds true for “those who cannot play, watch and become tele-experts” also. I’m mean, I’m not making a judgement here because let’s face it, during tennis season I’m somewhat of authority (as is Lush now that I think about it), but the last time I swung a racket I can pretty much guaruntee you that it kept on swinging til it bashed me in the ass.