Woke up Sunday morning and rushed to the IPad to check out the World Cup football results. Tuned into SBS to watch the highlights. Brilliant goals. Great tension, drama and colour.
Turned on the tennis last night to watch the new Aussie wunderkind Nick Kyrgios. Unfortunately the weather and the shiraz intervened before Nick could strut his stuff for me. But I was captivated by the first set and a half of the Rafael Nadal and Mikhail Kukushkin match. Rafa searching for touch on the quicker grass surface. Kukushkin acknowledging that he could not tough it out against Nadal, but assembling a career’s worth of highlights into one glorious set. Enthralling.
There have been some good(ish) AFL games over the weekend. I was engaged by Friday night’s Cats and Bombers. Old dogs teaching new tricks. If the underdogs were in anything other than red and black, I would have been barracking hard. Instead I took guilty pleasure in Bartel and Johnson, a step slower by foot, but two faster by head.
Saturday was golf. Me and my mates at Royal Maylands. Not Perth’s own Oliver Goss leading the field at his second US tournament after turning pro last week. Just us knocking it around on a fresh winter Saturday afternoon. Last week I was thinking Billy Dunk. But Billy was a bit quick from the top, and a couple of hooks ended up in the Swan River. This week I was streaming Bruce Devlin and his languid backswing had me monstering all my tee shots. Couldn’t chip or putt for nuts, but the game felt good. Next week I’ll try Bruce off the tee and Billy for the short game.
Got home in time to watch the second half of the Eagles and Dockers Derby. Close but no cigar. As a spectacle the game rivalled the Wallabies France second test. Scrappy. Desperate. Pathetic.
The Saturday evening AFL games were over an hour before I bothered to check the scores. Sydney won. Check. North lost as hot favourites. Check. Back to the score at the tennis.
Sunday the Avenging Eagle and I headed up to Dandaragan 2 hours north of Perth to watch my nephew’s Dandy Saints take on the Jurien Bay Bulldogs in a bottom of the table clash to keep finals hopes alive. Good win by the Saints (never thought I’d get to say that again this season). Top day out. Lots of one on one contests on the field. Umpires blew the whistle for all the infringements. Tough but played in good spirit. Nephew BOG and I got to walk Shandy the Wonder Dog around the boundary in the last quarter. Bliss.
Made me reflect on my sporting preferences for the weekend:
- Wimbledon tennis – refreshing – unexpected;
- Footy – in the fresh country air – mate against mate;
- Golf – Royal Maylands – mate against mate;
- World Cup football – go you daring Colombians;
- AFL – Dog days of winter? Scrappy not spectacular? Regimented not played? One game born every minute to feed the TV gods? Leave me out of it.
Wonder how many other Almackers are struggling with their AFL allegiances? With the Tour de France about to start I may be struggling to get AFL into the Top 5 next week (unless my tee shots follow my chipping south).