There are some sports which bore me rigid...golf and football come right at the top of the list.
We pass a golf course on the way to Carrick-on-Shannon...little huddles of men grouped round one of those golf buggies, wearing daft trousers and even dafter shoes...then the minute they've finished their round, they're propping up the bar in the club house, discussing nine holes and under par and downing expensive Whiskies...all red faces and big tummies.
Can't remember why but we were looking for something one day and I went into the bar of a golf-course to ask...could have heard a pin drop as all eyes swivelled in my direction and conversation stopped...glasses of the amber liquid poised between hand and mouth.
I didn't ask...just muttered a 'sorry' and fled.
Football must surely come top of my list though...gormless young men having histrionics if someone touches their arm...or heaven forbid if they fall over...writhing in agony until the chaps rush on the field with the magic spray, then they spring back into action without a bother. It's so incredibly boring...one kicks the ball...six try to get it back...referee blows the whistle...shouts and jeers from the crowd...
And there's all this palaver about exchanging jerseys at the end of the game...think it's pretty yucky to wear someone else's sweaty top actually. And their hair styles. Very long and braided to within an inch of its life...incredibly short and heavily gelled...floppy fringes and greasy with it...they pose and swagger and make seven kinds of fuss like spoiled children if they get sent off...
The in-depth studio discussions afterwards, with men who look as though they can't hold a knife and fork properly and have blue-rinsed hair, used to very nearly drive me to strong drink.
I like rugby.
I like watching hefty blokes charging at each other...blood pouring down their faces from spilt eyebrows and the crowd roars approval and no-one argues with the ref 'cos he's in charge...proper men they are, with their tatty knee bandages and gum shields, not a pretty boy among them...the crowd that follows them don't cause riots or harass old ladies in the street after the game...they don't wreck railway carriages or require every policeman in the area to do un-paid overtime...
Can't bear watching people swimming up and down while an overly enthusiastic commentator shouts about winning by a quarter of a second...
Don't like tennis, now all the quirky people have retired.
Don't care for snooker for the same reason. It was the flamboyant players who made the game interesting...
Actually...I don't much like sports.