World Cup; and the female psyche!

“Don’t tell me you’re watching the game as well”? My idle distraction wrote to me in an sms as I was settling down on my friends couch about to take in the first England game. “I’m so dissapointed in you”, she joked, though I get the feeling it had a bit of a serious barb to it.

Of course I was watching the football, it’s World Cup! It’s the best of the best national players playing the best of the best countries! I mean, it’s right up there with The Olympics, and World Championship Concrete Drilling for excitement. I’m not even a football guy really. I mean, I couldn’t give a shit about league football or any of the 400 European Cup football competitions that seem to run endlessly ad nauseum all year around, but World Cup is something different. It’s got a fever to it you just can’t help but get sucked into. Or maybe that’s how it is when you’re a man because most chicks just don’t seem to get it. They don’t really pit their physical skills against another equally desperate and hungry opposition, all for the glory and rush of victory. No, chicks are more your cunning types for whom winning is achieved through bleeding the lifeforce out of their enemies, like vampires and succubi do to hapless victims once they’ve scored! I guess it’s a difference in how you look at life I suppose, but either way, it’s not really compatible with enjoying World Cup.

I get the feeling this is the time when a lot of relationships will be tested too. After all, most sports mad blokes are going to want to watch as many games as possible while most basically female partners are going to be driven mad and do everything they can to minimise the amount of football they have be subjected too. So will begin a contest to see who has the strength of will to control the television broadcasting. If it was 50 years ago I would say the chicks had better just sit back and learn the rules to make it easier for themselves, but now in the new millenium, I’m not so sure. With equality and easier to use TV remote controls, comes a blurring of the traditional power structures in a household, and many a guy may find himself sitting down in front of a cooking show whilst some game is on as a sign of submission to his partner.

If nothing else, at least it’s hot enough that he can do so while sitting on the couch with his shirt off and a beer resting on his belly! There’s no taking that right away from us!

Padwanna!

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