Happy things!
So, it turns out I'm kind of a sport nerd.
I'm not an athlete in any sense of the word (LOLno), but it turns out I fucking love watching sports. I've been on holidays for three days and in that time I have:
- watched a whooooole lot of NHL (North American men's ice hockey for the uninitiated) and formed enough opinions about players that I'm now following nine teams? Plus the Columbus Cottonmouths in the SPHL? And also drooling over the fact that the NWHL is going to stream all their games for free?
- stayed up to watch the China Open tennis comp two nights in a row, despite the fact that both the semi-final and the final have *started* at midnight
- watched rugby with my Dad (he only follows Ireland, and got unholy glee out of England being knocked out of the competition early when they're the ones hosting)
- watched soccer with my Dad (he follows Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland, and I've lost count of the number of times he's watched the replays)
So. Once Nadal and Djokovic finish their tennis match, I'm waking my Dad up so he can watch rugby (at 4am) and soccer (at 7am). And then I'll catch a nap before the whole hockey cycle starts over again at noon.
My mother keeps asking me if I want to leave the house and go for a walk. But... I'm hockeying?
And when my husband gets here after visiting *his* Dad, he'll probably add cricket to the mix.
It feels identical to drowning in fandoms and plotbunnies. I regret nothing.
Crossposted from http://ariadne83.dreamwidth.org/110609.html, where it has
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I'm not an athlete in any sense of the word (LOLno), but it turns out I fucking love watching sports. I've been on holidays for three days and in that time I have:
- watched a whooooole lot of NHL (North American men's ice hockey for the uninitiated) and formed enough opinions about players that I'm now following nine teams? Plus the Columbus Cottonmouths in the SPHL? And also drooling over the fact that the NWHL is going to stream all their games for free?
- stayed up to watch the China Open tennis comp two nights in a row, despite the fact that both the semi-final and the final have *started* at midnight
- watched rugby with my Dad (he only follows Ireland, and got unholy glee out of England being knocked out of the competition early when they're the ones hosting)
- watched soccer with my Dad (he follows Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland, and I've lost count of the number of times he's watched the replays)
So. Once Nadal and Djokovic finish their tennis match, I'm waking my Dad up so he can watch rugby (at 4am) and soccer (at 7am). And then I'll catch a nap before the whole hockey cycle starts over again at noon.
My mother keeps asking me if I want to leave the house and go for a walk. But... I'm hockeying?
And when my husband gets here after visiting *his* Dad, he'll probably add cricket to the mix.
It feels identical to drowning in fandoms and plotbunnies. I regret nothing.
Crossposted from http://ariadne83.dreamwidth.org/110609.html, where it has
comments