Love affair with rugby over time to move on
April 27th, 2008, 6:10 pm Teen Hobbies
In television terms that is prime time, but in real life you could justly argue that you are past your prime, if not your use-by date.
Do the maths and in my case it is a simple equation. I have only a third of my life left to tick all the boxes.
So much to do. So little time. So many places to see. The clock is counting down and the last third of your life should ideally be spent spending some of the money you have worked so hard to accumulate.
Besides if you dont blow it, your kids certainly will and where is the joy in that? With, relatively, so little time left I reckon you need to eliminate the unnecessary so you can enjoy the autumn of your life.
All of which is a long-winded way of explaining why I have only watched 10 minutes of Super 14 rugby this year.
You see, if I put my life under the chronological microscope, I have spent a disproportionate amount of my first 48 years playing, watching, reading, writing and talking about rugby.
Maybe the great timekeeper upstairs has deemed I have crammed a lifetime of rugby into my two-thirds of a lifetime.
Maybe it is a man thing. Such as when we get home from a hard day at the office and your loving spouse inquires about your day, only to be greeted by an uncommunicative grunt.
We blokes have only so many words at our disposal in a day. I work in radio so mine are well and truly spoken for by 6pm and definitely history by 8pm.
And 8pm is definitely where Im at with rugby at the moment, and I feel as guilty as hell about it.
I love the game, but like a relationship that has run its course, there is no spark any more.
I still love sport, though.
Im loving the cricket. Bring on the Masters golf. Im counting the sleeps until the Olympics. God damn it, I still love Colin Meads.
But you know you are in trouble when you are not overly bothered by the prospect of the love of your sporting life losing to an Australia team coached by an All Black.
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