There’s just way too much time around and not enough sport to fill it. We need more. And I don’t mean, like, ‘playing it’. Heaven forbid. Sport’s not for playing, its for watching whilst eating loads of crap. So what do you do on a Sunday after the 1.30 and 4pm football, before the 7o’clock from Spain followed by NFL double-header taking you til 4 the next morning? There’s a whole half an hour when I get fretful.
Its a time for possibly cooking something. Or running round to the off license for supplies. But both of those involve, kind of, ‘getting up’ off the sofa, thus they’re not real sport. Real sport NEVER involves any movement beyond the remote control. That’s the rule. From the international federation of sports watchers and other fat bastards.