I suspect the commuter trains will be more than half-empty this morning and that those who make it to work will either be anti-football or wearing dark glasses.
Listening to radio 3 on Sunday morning , I became aware of a large section of the population who get angry even hearing about the beautiful game. So nothing on this blog about us having the players but not the team – I’ll be football clean.
Perhaps I could celebrate Tajec Pogacer sprinting to what now looks certain Tour de France triumph?
Or Alcarez, winning the men’s singles at Wimbledon to start a good afternoon for Spain
Or of the last second drop goal that won Ireland a test against South Africa
Or Bob McIntyre playing the last five holes of the Scottish Open in five under par to win with his final long put?
Or celebrate the England Wales Men’s and Women’s Cricket teams for recent victories?
I turned into a channel hopping loon on Saturday afternoon. There is such a glut of televised sport that I could hardly make it to the kitchen for a cup of tea.
Sadly Lady Lucy is still out of action and I am confined to barracks as my partner deals with family matters, I have been home alone with a phone, computer and a TV.
I’d like to say that I was “screened out”, but I’m back at it now, thumping digital characters into my keyboard.
Meanwhile
The pundits are assuring us that Trump has secured an image for the ages, in his fist to the crowd after being shot in the ear.
What would have happened if that bullet had been half an inch to the left is anybody’s guess. And everybody will be guessing because that is what people do when they have idle fingers and fertile minds.
The BBC’s head of misinformation has been handed a mini-series of conspiracy theories but the reality is that Trump is already back on the conspiracy trail. There were real people who died, one the 20 year old gun man.
Meanwhile families grieve.
My weekend of lost opportunity
I look back at two days ill-spent, failing to live my life by trying to live others. The availability of somebody else’s drama on my screen, kept me from seeing friends and family, from exercising properly and looking back at it, this glorious weekend of sport has left me wishing I had been out with the lads drowning my sorrows!
I don’t even have an excuse not to go to work!