DE: Did it have to be Monday already?

[bjornwilde]

So not ready for an early day and definitely not ready for work. That one extra beer last night isn't helping matters either.

Anyway, less griping more entertaining. From jjprobert comes this gem (a little late but I think Wimbledon just wrapped up yes?):
It's Wimbledon fortnight. Which means, here in the UK, BBC TV is dominated by coverage of the tennis.

So, Sports: How do your pups feel about professional sports? Do they play sport at any competitive level? Do they just enjoy going for bike rides in the sun (or similar)?

Comments

[the_gene_genie]

If you're a bloke, and you don't support Man City, Gene thinks you're a poof. Or scum, if you support Man United. If you're a woman who likes football, you're probably a lesbian.

Which is to say yes, Gene is a fan of professional sport. And obsessive about football. He has a season ticket for City, and will get to as many away, and Cup, matches as work allows. He also follows cricket, snooker, boxing, darts, horse racing, greyhound racing - and to a lesser degree, rugby and tennis (sport for posh twats - I don't know why cricket isn't counted in this, but that's how he rolls). Basically, he'll watch whatever game is on TV, and goes to the football as often as he can. He plays football with the CID lads (describes himself as crap), and is very good at snooker, pool and darts. Pub games, basically.

[biggerstingers]

...and to a lesser degree, rugby and tennis (sport for posh twats...)

I really hope you were just talking about tennis here Gene.

[hecu_marine]

He'd better just be talking about the tennis.

[the_gene_genie]

Gene: *eyebrows* Eh?

[hecu_marine]

Shephard: Rugby's my fuckin' game, asshole. I couldn't see 'posh' from where I'm standin' if you gave me Gunny Hathcock's goddamn scoped Browning. Tennis, I don't give a shit about.

[the_gene_genie]

Gene: Just 'cos you play it, son, doesn' mean its not traditional to the champagne-swillin' aristos of England's upper classes. Football's the workin' man's game, always has been.

[hecu_marine]

Shephard: No shit? We talkin' bout the same sport here, or do y'all have some kind of pansy-ass protection-wearin' stuffed-shirt version of rugby where you ain't supposed to git dirty'n they expect you to act like gentlemen or some shit? Over here you got soccer for the folks who plan on running their asses off for a couple hours'n a couple points, football for the city boys who need to wear helmets'n armor'n shit just to play a game, 'n rugby for the folks who understand they ain't necessarily leavin' the field with the same number of ears they had when they started.

[the_gene_genie]

do y'all have some kind of pansy-ass protection-wearin' stuffed-shirt version of rugby where you ain't supposed to git dirty

Gene: Nah, that's American Football.

Untwist your knickers, mate. Pertinent words in that girly rant were 'over here...' Rugby's as brutal as you like here - y'know, where it was first the wet dream of some twat who couldn't play footy - but there's a reputation that sticks in this country. Most of the posh schools over here - even the free posh ones - won't even teach football*. An' it was some nob from Cambridge who said rugby's a 'hooligan's game played by gentlemen.'

You don't like it, s'not my problem, pal.



*OOC: Gene's from the 1970s, but this remains true today.

[hecu_marine]

(And now I'm trying to come up with a proper response, but all that's coming from Shephard's direction is the kind of cognitive dissonance you get when the backward-masked message on the death metal album turns out to be 'go to church! say your prayers! Tithe! Tithe!'.)

[the_gene_genie]

Gene: *lights fag, and puts his feet up*

*smugly*

[hecu_marine]

Shephard: *could not give less of a shit about the smoking*

*is probably going to go out of his way to pull somebody's ears off the next time he's in a scrum, though*

*because seriously, fuck those guys*

[the_gene_genie]

Gene: Fuck those guys?

You're definitely a rugby player, mate.

[hecu_marine]

I'm the one standing at the end of the day when they're haulin' the other assholes off the field on stretchers, that's all I give a shit about.

[the_gene_genie]

Gene: *nod* Fair play to you. My sort of attitude.

[hecu_marine]

Shephard: Works for me.

Name's Shephard. USMC.

[the_gene_genie]

Gene: Hunt. DCI. Greater Manchester Police.

You might be the first Yank I've ever met with some balls, son.

[hecu_marine]

(We're gonna have to throw these two at each other in the Bar at some point.)

[the_gene_genie]

(Absolutely concur! :D)

[biggerstingers]

It, kinda, sorta, looked like you'd lumped rugby into the 'sport for posh twat' bin.

Which, well, it's rugby. It doesn't do a good job of fitting in that particular bin is what I'm trying to say.

[the_gene_genie]

Gene: You what? That game invented in a private school, where it was second only to buggery as a sport for the limp-wristed Tarquins of England's nob class? That game?

Oh, no, don't know what you're on about, I'm sure. *eyeroll*

[biggerstingers]

(I'll be out of lunch break shortly, but still.)

Janet: The only Tarkin I've even heard of blew up Alderaan. I think I'm going to put this down to 'Brits are nuts' and get another Long Island Iced Tea.

[the_gene_genie]

Gene: Not Tarkin, you lipsticked bloody brain donor. Tarquin. A popular name amongst the horsey teeth brigade, who swan around doin' sweet FA in this country.

Mine's a pint, ta.