Saturdays are meant for sport. There is sport on TV, in the park, in the stadiums wherever you look.
When you leave that office at the end of Friday an sink that first pint, wine, whiskey or whatever your poison the next day is yours to watch the people that call running around a field a job to go an earn their money, or even better than that go yourself and run around on a field. I like nothing better that to get my rugby kit on and go out on the field and try to convince people that I know what I am doing, then getting into the bar after, sitting back with a beer and watching the people that really do know what they are doing.
Now I know that some people amongst us are saying 'but the mrs wants to go shopping on the weekend', 'we have to go visit the inlaws on the weekend because we haven't seen them in a long time', well I tell you just say no! Saturday is your man day. The summer does make this sport watching tough I do have to admit. Thank god for this year we have the Olympics to watch, that will fill a void and by the time that is over it will be back to footie and rugby.
During those winter months it has been known that there are 5 rugby matches on one after the other after the other. My dad sat there and watched all 5 games one after the other after the other. That is how it should be guys, claim your day! If the lady in your life wants to go shopping for her flowers or handbags let her go, if she feels the need that you have to join her (which we all know are the most feared words any woman can say to a man) then you tell her you will go on sunday but it is illegal, ILLEGAL I SAY to go on our holy day the great day, the man day. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something new.. Laters
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