It’s Thursday, and I’ve only just recovered from the weekend. Did I go out, you ask? Did I drink? Did I do anything extreme or excessive? Nah, none of those things.
So why, then, was my weekend so horrific? Because I’m a sports fan, that’s why!
Here’s the run down:
- Friday, 7pm: The Sharks had a not-too-ominous-looking opening round Currie Cup fixture against the Pumas. Yeah, it was away from home against a team that isn’t always easy to beat – but, let’s be honest, it should have been a victory. Was it? No. Final score: Pumas 33 – 24 The Sharks
- Saturday, 5pm: The Boks, battered and bruised [and not very transformed] after losses to Australia and New Zealand, had a home game against Argentina. A win and the team would finish not-bottom of the Rugby Championship table. Again, it should have been a win against a team that has never beaten them before. Was it? No. No it wasn’t. But, hey, given that the Argentinians are known as “Los Pumas”, I should have known it wasn’t going to go well after The Sharks result. Final score: South Africa 25 – 37 Argentina
- Sunday, 3.30pm: Arsenal started their Barclay’s Premier League campaign with a home fixture against West Ham. The Hammers hadn’t beaten Arsenal in ages. The Emirates was filled with hopes and expectations, especially following the arrival of Petr Cech in the transfer window and after a really good pre-season [that culminated with Wenger’s first ever win over Mourinho just a week prior]. Three points in the bag. Was it? No. Final score: Arsenal 0 – 2 West Ham
- Sunday, 5pm: My beloved Kaizer Chiefs travel away to Chippa United in the opening round of the Premier Soccer League. Chippa have a man sent off, putting Chiefs in the driving seat. It was a chance to stick the boot in [literally] and get a solid, high-scoring win to jump start the title defense. Did it happen? No. Final score: Chippa 0 – 0 Chiefs
As you can see, it didn’t go well…
But isn’t that exactly what makes sport so great? Isn’t this exactly what makes sport the world’s best reality show? It plays with our emotions. It toys with us. It can leave us exhilarated for days; and equally broken for just as long.
Sport is life. Even when it doesn’t go well.