Saturday is rolling round very quickly and I’m wondering how I am going to survive this weekend, the next and for that matter the next 10 or so.
For the last 10 months my Saturday routine has been set. Following the usual ablutions and a cup of tea I head for the gym. It’s then back home for a hard day’s viewing. Saturday in Chez Sterlicchi is English Premier League day… at least for me it is.
Normally there are three games shown on Saturdays starting at 10 AM and running through until around 6-30 PM. How brilliant is that? Back in the old country I believe there are no games on regular TV and sojourns to the pub are called for.
Not for me. It’s couch potato heaven. Of course I don’t watch all when they are broadcast. That would be just too excessive. After all I am sure I have other things to do on a Saturday, it’s just that at the moment I can’t think what they are. The DVR comes into play for the third game and I save that pleasure until after dinner.
I’m not addicted… really. But just what am I going to do on Saturday at 10 AM? Qatar v Australia in World Cup qualifying just doesn’t do it for me. And who can really get excited about Serbia v Austria, which is on later in the day.
Of course I could go down the pub and pay $20 to watch England (which is looking favourite at the moment).
We want to see more like this next season
Otherwise I can see Geraldine suggesting I join here on a walk beside the bay; or I might have to go buy groceries or worse clean the swimming pool.
Can you imagine being faced with those choices for 10 weeks (luckily I will be home alone for many of them as Geraldine is heading to Ireland). I bet there is absolutely nothing on next week and Fox Soccer Channel will broadcast reruns of Premiership games and Italian Serie A games.
It’s going to be a long, tween-seasons summer for Prem fans on this side of the Atlantic, who are used to TV overload. Sob.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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3 comments:
Oh sweetie....blow your nose in a Man U shirt, cuddle up on the sofa with your Barclay's piggie bank, down a couple of Newkie Brown's and suffer through the withdrawals until the the day dawns on a new Premier League.....hang tough my friend....hang tough :)
Come on John mate. Try placing bottles of your favorite wine at the bottom of your pool, it should improve your desire to clean it. Your misses going back to Ireland and leaving you alone for three months. You must be suicidal. Grab hold of your senses man and say Rule Britannia when it comes to "footie" and don't forget to recycle the empty bottles.
It's now Sunday and what a disaster Saturday was. Two 0-0 draws in world cup qualifying Boredom reigned. I see there is no sympathy out there!
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