It is a truth universally acknowledged...
March 15th 2007 02:05
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a stay at home mum must be in want of intelligent conversation. Therefore I set up this Blog as a way of expression in multi-syllabic terms, and if it does not create dialogue, at least I will enjoy writing my monologues.
I am a mother of two, and wife of one. My husband of a decade is a cricket-tragic (not the John Howard type, though. We're thoroughly left-wing), and I have been "colonised" (for the "Fever Pitch" fans out there). I could pass any new citizenship test thrown at me, knowing Bradman's batting average. Though I wouldn't call myself "IkeepWisdenbythebed", I do keep up with the Aussie cricket team... in a definitively non-Warnie-groupie-go-tell-th e-tabloids sort of way!
However, like a new migrant who is more ocker than your average Cronulla rioter, I embraced this host culture and let it take me over like many a virus before it, and have become obsessed with sport. But not all of them. My husband calls me a "sports nazi". It's only really Cricket and Rugby. Union, by the way... I gave up on League when watching the Newcastle V Manly Grand Final some years ago, when the cheergirls (my mortal enemies) packed better scrums than the players, the "entertainment" was constant in case it gave the crowd a chance for independent thought, the hatred against Manly in the stands was tangibly violent, Geoff Toovey got beaten to a pulp, and the Knights won in the last few seconds. Then within a few months we discovered half the team was on drugs.
Hubby, however, jumped right back on the Souths badwagon when they came back into the comp. Being in favour of unionism, I felt this was rather scab-like (riding on the coat-tails of the victories hard fought by others). However, he has been green and red all his life. I must admit to be getting a little more green in my "red" heart (like a watermelon...) since Russell Crowe's comments about cheergirls alienating many viewers. I agree wholeheartedly. They are a huge reason for my dislike of League. That and the flatline play which seems just like Touch Footy with big hits, compared to the balletic beauty of the lineout, or the determination at the ruck, or the complete incomprehensibility of the maul. I admit, I love Rugby, but I don't understand it all. The Waratahs fail to clarify things for me at present...
I don't like, however, what I do understand about Rugby Union administration. I don't understand how the World Cup wasn't capitalised on. Forget chasing League players with mega-bucks. Invest in the ground roots, treat them well and keep them loyal, and select true Union players. League and Union are two different worlds. Forget chasing the Rogers and Johns'. "Bring Back the Burke", I say! Johnny Wilkinson took away three things precious to Australian Rugby fans with that goal; our hopes, Bill, and Matt. As far as I'm aware he's still playing for Newcastle. Why a player of his track-record was shafted for the three League backs who have stuffed the Tahs around, I don't know. That being said, I'm glad Lote's staying, but what a circus it has been. I hope he can resettle and contribute some brilliance once more. In the meantime, I'll keep wearing my black Reg Reaganesque shirt to home games. It's just a slightly more subtle sledge than one that says, "Sack Ewen Mackenzie".
Anyway, I must go and be CleanGreenNeen away from the keyboard, and clean my house with Enjo, do some loads of washing, and water the garden with grey water. Whilst the baby's asleep I get the chance.
I am a mother of two, and wife of one. My husband of a decade is a cricket-tragic (not the John Howard type, though. We're thoroughly left-wing), and I have been "colonised" (for the "Fever Pitch" fans out there). I could pass any new citizenship test thrown at me, knowing Bradman's batting average. Though I wouldn't call myself "IkeepWisdenbythebed", I do keep up with the Aussie cricket team... in a definitively non-Warnie-groupie-go-tell-th e-tabloids sort of way!
Hubby, however, jumped right back on the Souths badwagon when they came back into the comp. Being in favour of unionism, I felt this was rather scab-like (riding on the coat-tails of the victories hard fought by others). However, he has been green and red all his life. I must admit to be getting a little more green in my "red" heart (like a watermelon...) since Russell Crowe's comments about cheergirls alienating many viewers. I agree wholeheartedly. They are a huge reason for my dislike of League. That and the flatline play which seems just like Touch Footy with big hits, compared to the balletic beauty of the lineout, or the determination at the ruck, or the complete incomprehensibility of the maul. I admit, I love Rugby, but I don't understand it all. The Waratahs fail to clarify things for me at present...
Anyway, I must go and be CleanGreenNeen away from the keyboard, and clean my house with Enjo, do some loads of washing, and water the garden with grey water. Whilst the baby's asleep I get the chance.
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Comment by David
Hubby is a lucky man ...
That's pretty much all I've got to write ...
Apart from:
I'll read your Posts ... because Women into sport? ... They're the best sort ...
David ...
Comment by cleangreenneen
But like I said, David, "I am a mother of two, and wife of one. My husband of a decade...in a definitively non-Warnie-groupie-go-tell-th e-tabloids sort of way!"
I'd like to keep it that way, and whilst you're welcome to comment, I'd like to quote Emma Thompson's screenplay of Jane Austen's "Sense and Sensibility" :
MRS DASHWOOD
Hush, please, now that is enough,
Margaret. If you cannot think of
anything appropriate to say, you
will please restrict your remarks to
the weather.
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