I would like to start off today speaking about the winter Olympics. Actually, firstly I would like everyone to pause and truly appreciate the pun I have included in the title of today’s post.
OK, back to the winter Olympics. It is strangely addictive. Watching curling and bobsledding amongst other things, I have realised I have a strange passion for wasting a lot of time watching stuff I clearly don’t understand. It’s just intriguing cos everything they do is on ice. The only ice I ever see is in the refrigerator or Doug’s jumpshot.
And how about the ice hockey? Amazing. If you guys haven’t been watching it, you are seriously missing out. It’s really addictive, kinda like WWE or something. You just start watching, and you can’t stop because people get crunched ALL the time. Plus also, they pass the ball around and stuff heaps quick and it’s just mad in general. And like there are plenty of shots on goal and mad saves and then when a goal finally happens, it’s awesome even though it probably should’ve come way earlier. Actually, in fact the excitement generated is highly comparable to that when Phat ripped his pants. It should’ve happened way earlier, but when it did finally happen it was just as good as everyone had imagined. Even better in fact.
In highly related news, good friend and notorious bad-boy, Marcus Wong, guarantees me his ankles are indeed getting larger. Bullocks I said, but then again I never say bullocks. Never. But I still don’t believe it.
Also I’m pretty pumped about the upcoming battle on the Saturday, the thirteenth of March for the fifth grade battle between the Gordon Stags and the USyd somethings. Highly anticipated by many (mainly myself), we are expecting a huge crowd of about 7 maybe. If you wanna come and increase that number please do not hesitate to contact me for details which are currently unavailable. I’ll grab them soon. And I’ve been notified that it is a one dayer, so I’ll pretty much certainly get to bowl, and you might see some sweet bombs too. I love watching sixes.
I just hope it doesn’t rain. Just a small request: Could whoever’s been praying to the rain gods for the last few weeks please take a break for a while, because I just want to play cricket for a bit. Many thanks. Speaking of the rain, when it is wet or rainy on a Saturday, if it isn’t bad enough to call the match off (it has to be bucketing or soaking to do this), then we usually have to sit around and wait a couple of hours. Such a stupid rule. David Stern taking over the league.
Speaking of wasting time, a couple of days ago, I went to uni to get my student card. I decided that UNSW is the way to go, though I am still yet to unenrol (Microsoft word just told me unenrol isn’t a real word, but unenrolled is. Crazy world.) from USyd, and I really hope I’m making the right decision here. We’ll find out soon I spose. Who knows? I don’t in any case. Anyways back to the student card and I stood in a line today for over an hour. I say over an hour because I stood in the line for an hour after I decided to check the time. So it might have been one and a half or two hours in total. That’s a long time to be doing nothing. I hate waiting in lines. Almost as useless as Phat’s belt or placing a defender on Bryan. It’s just silly.
Special mention goes to Sachin Tendulkar for being awesome and dropping the first double hundred in international one day cricket. One of the bowlers bowling to him took a bad bounce in the outfield to the face early on, went off to hospital to get stitches and came back just in time to get pumped all over the place by Tendu. Cricket is a hard sport for hard men. And Rohan Swami. Speaking of cricket, Michael Clarke is currently in the process of silencing haters of his T20 game. Good on him.
Uni starts soon (tomorrow), and yeah. All that has been said has been said, and all that will be said, will be said. That last sentence was pretty silly. Feel free to ignore it. I think I’m kinda screwed in many instances starting tomorrow, including my weekly 5 and 4 hour breaks on Mondays and Tuesdays, my inability to squeeze in work hours around uni and cricket, and the small matter of the $560 worth of textbooks I have to buy. And they are only the prescribed textbooks. Are the recommended ones important? Add to that $280 of cricket fees that I now have to pay, and you can probably calculate that my bank account is going to be emptier than Kris’ lunchbox halfway through period one.
PS. Milo is getting pretty upset that people aren’t calling him Milton. I suggested reintroducing himself to all of us, actually, everyone he’s ever met, as Milton, but he reckons sleeping, eating and breathing are pretty important. I was about to argue to the different perspectives on the meaning of ‘necessary’, but decided not to. Sharon was near by.
Well I’ve messed around long enough today, so I’ll let you guys go waste the next 5-6 minutes of your life on something else. Just before I forget, today we got to cricket early and so a couple of us went to grab ‘coffee’. Supposedly that’s what all cricketers do before cricket if they are early. Pretty crazy. But then again you gotta be pretty crazy to play a game where you have to sprint 20m so that only your partner gets a run. Ridiculous. That’s why I’m a bowler. Anyways, see you around, hopefully before the 13th, but also maybe on the 13th. And maybe even we can go chill afterward cos the game’ll be done by 6 pm. Yeah, long day. 9 30 am start, 6 pm finish. But then again I spose it’s like local wiseman James Tang once said, “Deva, you are too cool to be doing stuff.” See you guys around.
