another summer piece

july 29, 2006

trekking to see ledley

this piece should be in the sports category but since i’m a blatant sports freak, anything about sports is always personal. i would be going to stop by white hart lane again tomorrow to watch tottenham hotspur against internazionale milan. seeing the brazilian striker adriano in the flesh would be a better thrill than bumping into beckham. i know some unbelievers view football as boring as facing a white wall for hours. ninety minutes with nothing but the time on the scoreboard. but doesn’t a no-hitter in baseball is also nothing but zeros on the screen? actually i love watching baseball when the pitchers are trying to outdo each other. homeruns put me to sleep. in addition, american sports always take a million hours. two hundred forty minutes just for basketball alone with a hundred timeouts and a thousand fouls? the game clock stops with one or the other. it’s convivial to see pace in whatever field. whether it’s aaron lennon from the right midfield or kobe bryant from the back of the court. then there’s ledley king, tottenham hotspur’s captain. injuries kept him out of the world cup. rio ferdinand, ke barbaridad. sol campbell, he’ll kiss you then will stab you in the back. the other half (i would say soulmate) and i walked miles on tuesday just to watch the spurs against stevenage football club. SFC has a very small ground. i gained some deep-seated insight that standing room only could actually be fun . my legs, my feet were virtually writhing in pain. i would need new shoes or new legs or manage my pain much better. and we’ve got ledley at the back. yes, my dear simba. we still got ledley at the back.