Balls!
I am living with a man who is obsessed with balls. Cricket balls, footballs, tennis balls, golf balls, snooker balls. When he’s not out playing with balls with his mates, he’s watching anything with a ball on TV. Jeez. For an otherwise very intelligent human being I’m astonished at his total concentration on such asinine stuff. He was incommunicado for days last week when the Masters was on - he spent about five, FIVE hours in front of the TV on Sunday watching adult men hitting small balls into holes. And yelling with glee when they got one in in less than the recommended number of hits. I ask ya, is that sane? The house could have burned down and he wouldn’t have noticed. What is it with men and sports?
I am living with a man who is obsessed with balls. Cricket balls, footballs, tennis balls, golf balls, snooker balls. When he’s not out playing with balls with his mates, he’s watching anything with a ball on TV. Jeez. For an otherwise very intelligent human being I’m astonished at his total concentration on such asinine stuff. He was incommunicado for days last week when the Masters was on - he spent about five, FIVE hours in front of the TV on Sunday watching adult men hitting small balls into holes. And yelling with glee when they got one in in less than the recommended number of hits. I ask ya, is that sane? The house could have burned down and he wouldn’t have noticed. What is it with men and sports?
posted by SheBah at 8:56 AM
7 Comments:
The fascination with balls is an old instinct we male primates have. It starts off with trying to knock coconuts off trees and ends with watching golfers. Have you caught him playing pocket billiards yet?
It reminds me of that joke:
1. The sport of choice for the urban poor is BASKETBALL.
2. The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is BOWLING.
3. The sport of choice for front-line workers is FOOTBALL.
4. The sport of choice for supervisors is BASEBALL.
5. The sport of choice for middle management is TENNIS.
6. The sport of choice for corporate officers is GOLF.
AMAZING CONCLUSION: The higher you are in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become.
Never understood it either. Playing sport is fine but watching someone else have the fun? Screw that.
I love sports. I play, enjoy watching others play, and watching others watch others play. The whole thing is hilarious.
However, golf...it's not a sport. It's a cure for insomnia.
I rather think it is YOU that has the obsession.
You brought it up, and the rabbit girl's right! Golf's not a sport.
Balls are surrogates for homosexualism. Watch him closely, SB, and check out his porn collection for wangers.
Are you ever going to post again, hunny??
Go wan! Go wan go wan go wan. And by that I don't mean go pale or have a cuppa tay.
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