Me vs Football
Wednesday, 7 July 2010 Leave a Comment
Okay, so I get that the boy likes football, I have no problem with that, but why is it that every time Match of the Day is on, I become invisible? Sure I get that he is really, really into it but is it really that hard to answer me back when I ask him about his day? Any attempts at normal human to human interaction goes out the window and I’m answered with a one-word grunt, without his eyes even momentarily veering away from the screen. What am I supposed to do? Sit here like an ornament and not utter a word?
Don’t get me wrong I’m quite willing to bear (grudgingly) 90 minutes of overpaid, under worked, yobs kick pigskin about a field, if that’s what makes him happy. But seriously, “Do we have to watch the after commentary?” It's just more footballers talking about watching the game we just watched. I probably wouldn’t mind so much if they had one ounce of charisma, but nope, nearly all of them share the same monotone, dull voices, devoid of any character what so ever.
This scenario is repeated weekly, sometimes daily, during the football season. I even once tried to follow it myself, presuming that after a while I might actually enjoy it. How wrong could i be?! The more I watch it, the more I hate it. So I have come to the conclusion that it's just something I have to put up with, and try as I may to discourage him, the boy is not for changing. I guess I shall just have to settle for quietly ogling Steven Gerrard’s muscular thighs.Sharing is Good