psycho rugby followers
yes, that's right, sports followers are the spawn of satan!
so, i'm catchin the train, humming quietly to myself, and i glance towards the door and suddenly i'm bombarded with these leering, rowdy football fans, their hideous faces painted in bright warlike patterns of blue and white, lunging at each other, pounding footballs into each other's chests, bellowing at the top of their lungs....complete psychos!!
it was the same on the trainride home, but the truly funny moment was when they all stampeded off the train, onto the platform, and up the long flight of stairs. it was then that i saw that i wasn't the only one who thought the devil's minions had come out to play; i wallowed past at least three old ladies batting any sort of football fan jostling them with pointy umbrellas and shopping baskets. but i heard another poor old lady cry out in a wavering voice reminiscent of a very old julie andrews "Children, stay close! Don't take any stranger's hand!" and i couldn't help it, i burst out laughing uncontrollably and had to try to immerse myself further into the herd to avoid the evil eye.
some people might tell you who won the rugby that day, who thrashed who, who was even playing, or how much the other team sucked. but when i think of any sport now, i'll remember those gaudy blue and white faces and imagine elderly people hitting them with umbrellas...and i'll laugh and cheer on the footy because i'm just as big a sportsperson as the next.
woo! blue and white!
Current Mood: grinning
Current Music: Dashboard Confessional - Bend and Not Break
so, i'm catchin the train, humming quietly to myself, and i glance towards the door and suddenly i'm bombarded with these leering, rowdy football fans, their hideous faces painted in bright warlike patterns of blue and white, lunging at each other, pounding footballs into each other's chests, bellowing at the top of their lungs....complete psychos!!
it was the same on the trainride home, but the truly funny moment was when they all stampeded off the train, onto the platform, and up the long flight of stairs. it was then that i saw that i wasn't the only one who thought the devil's minions had come out to play; i wallowed past at least three old ladies batting any sort of football fan jostling them with pointy umbrellas and shopping baskets. but i heard another poor old lady cry out in a wavering voice reminiscent of a very old julie andrews "Children, stay close! Don't take any stranger's hand!" and i couldn't help it, i burst out laughing uncontrollably and had to try to immerse myself further into the herd to avoid the evil eye.
some people might tell you who won the rugby that day, who thrashed who, who was even playing, or how much the other team sucked. but when i think of any sport now, i'll remember those gaudy blue and white faces and imagine elderly people hitting them with umbrellas...and i'll laugh and cheer on the footy because i'm just as big a sportsperson as the next.
woo! blue and white!
Current Mood: grinning
Current Music: Dashboard Confessional - Bend and Not Break