Monday, 13 September 2010

Tom Briscoe is still better than Peter Fox

Now, I'm doing OK at the moment, in general. I have a job, a roof over my head, food, water, and all the things that people in some countries struggle for. So, I consider myself a lucky bloke. In the scheme of things, then, losing a rugby match isn't a really big deal. However, I've been properly fed-up since Saturday night. All because my team, Hull FC, lost to cross-city arch rivals Hull KR.

I'm trying to keep it in perspective. But when a big part of your life is spent following a team, it becomes a big deal, and losing has a really negative affect on your mood. Especially when it's a big game. And this one was, a play-off game with the loser going out. Not only, therefore, are we out of the playoffs, but we were knocked out by a better organised, harder working, more disciplined team. This hurts. When that team is Hull KR, it rubs salt in the wound.

So I've been a grumpy-arse all weekend. I'll get over it, I'm sure, but I don't have to be happy about it. It's a stupid game anyway...!

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