Indeed, day it is. Not too sure about how good it's going to turn out, what with the ANC Yoof Leeg planning on overturning 5 million years of atrocities against their card-carrying toilet breakers by overturning a few dozen municipal rubbish bins. Or perhaps it's too cold today for them to don the beret of the oppressed and destabilise the only provincial government in the country that is making any sort of headway in taking care of its people - incidentally the only one not ANC ruled...
But enough of that, I would like to talk sport today. Seeing as everyone on the planet has suddenly become an expert in whichever sport their athletes are excelling at in the Olympic games, at any rate. South Africans have once again all become aquatics aficionados - and those that haven't, are queuing up at their nearest canoe shop, ready to tackle Harties like there's no tomorrow.
I hope we win something in the Greco-Roman wrestling - that would make for interesting weekend activities in Table View...
"Honey, I'm just off to the Biscuit Mall with my girlfriends to buy some veggies that have grown in pooh, or so they claim on the price tag!"
"That's ok dollface, me 'n' Gerrie are gonna clean out the garage and grapple each other in our tidy whiteys! Have fun! Don't ding the Tuscan!"
And on to football, where the real drama lives. We're in transfer season, a time when I bemoan my fate as an ardent supporter - every year. Every year we're forced to watch as the carnival unfolds. Tabloids have a field day with speculations on who's in and who's out - some so outlandish that they wouldn't be out of place as part of a Bold & Beautiful plot - or lack thereof. But I'd like to address the bilious actions of Liverpool today. This illustrious and successful bastion of English Football, supported the world over by legions of rabid fans and in their own back yard by toothless hubcap thieves, have really gone and disgraced themselves even further after last season's Luis Suarez racism debacle. Not only did they defend his racist slurs at the time, but they played a nice game of "head in the sand" when he once again snubbed Patrice Evra. And now they've gone and extended his deal for a further four years. They must be swelling with pride, having a man found guilty of racism and prejudice leading their line. Patrice Evra is no saint either, let it be said, the miserable bastard that he is, but at least he wasn't fined tens of thousands of pounds and banned for 8 weeks. I wonder what John Barnes thought of the whole thing...
Alas, these things happen in life. Personally, I'd prefer it if the actual sport took centre stage. I really don't care what your personal beliefs are as long as you keep them off the field. But if you're earning that much money and are under such permanent public scrutiny, then you owe it to the people to maintain some level of decorum. Otherwise you end up with an entire generation of yobs and chavs who display no respect or any prospects of contributing to society. Oh wait, hang on...
They probably said the same thing about the punk movement in the late seventies, before it was appropriated by the mass market, but at least they dressed well...
So good luck Castor Semenya. Please let the media focus on her achievements and not on the contents of her running attire. I think we can all agree that at least our sports bosses have done a commendable job of keeping her away from the media feeding frenzy. And that javelin chick, not that I know know anything about javelin other than 'do not plug your own foot', good luck!
Also to the Proteas, please, please, please, please spoil what could quite possibly be Kevin Pietersen's last test for England. Please!
NGDG: For someone who doesn't care about impressing anybody, it's an incredible irony that I don't wear tracksuit pants every day.
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