Men AND Sport

Oh My God, I woke up today feeling like I had taken 10 rounds with a boxer! I stayed up with Trevor late last night (early morning) to watch Australia play Japan in the first game of the World Cup, resulting in a bed time after 2.00am. It was either that, or he would go out. Nonetheless, for the record, he still went out and didn’t make it home until 10 minutes into the first half of the game.

I consider myself a very patriotic Australian who loves to watch Australia play in any important sporting event. Admittedly, I am the first to acknowledge that I am not too crash hot when it comes to the rules of soccer (or football according to Trevor). But hey – that doesn’t matter – all that matters is your spirit, right? I think Trevor would beg to differ a little in this department.

The first half was particularly painful. Trevor was swearing incessantly at the TV screen or in particular the referee and Japanese players (this is really not the forum to repeat anything he said!). I just couldn’t get over the emotion he had. I made the grave error of laughing at his behaviour thereby causing the swearing and carry on to be directed at my face; "what do you know", "I should have gone out", "I hate watching sport with you" etc etc etc!

It just amazes me the passion that ‘men’ feel for sport. Like I said, I love sport and in particular watching Australia play, but it is not the ‘be all or end all’. For Trevor, this game was. Thankfully, the Socceroos scored towards the end of the second half. When they did, Trevor went wild. By that I mean, he was running around the lounge room with his shirt over his head, jumping on the lounge, rolling around on the floor - it was a site to see. Unsurprisingly, when Australia scored two more times within a few minutes, sealing their victory, his celebrations escalated. I thought for sure he would wake up Byron – he woke up Lily. Maybe she will be a sport lover like her dad. She was jumping around inside like there was no tomorrow.

In all his excitement, Trevor ran up stairs saying he had "to kiss his future striker!". Not sure what that is all about - well to be honest that’s a lie. I suspect it has something to do with Trevor dreaming that one day Byron will be a famous soccer (oops: football) player! I wonder what Byron will have to say about that? Maybe Trevor can ask him when the next world cup is on.

In the meantime; men and sport...what is with that???? If you can provide an explanation I am all ears.