Tag: Sports

Heeeeere comes another one!

Another night, and another green sex toy has been tossed upon the floor of a WNBA court.

During Friday night’s game between the Valkyries and the Sky, a green dildo was flung from the crowd and landed on the hardwood as players and officials looked on aghast.

As noted in the post below, this is the second such dildo throwing incident, and both instances have come at games when the Valkyrie are playing.

For some reason, this stuff is tickling my (lime-green) funny-bone.

The fact that everyone is so upset and butt-hurt [sic]  about this just makes me giggle all the more.

Some sporting news, as it pertains to me only:

1.) The English Professional League (EPL) football 2024/25 season is over until late summer.  There goes my weekly sports event.  Bummer.  At least Chelsea made the top 5.

2.) Formula 1 — which is almost weekly — is starting to heat up, and now that the always-boring Monaco GP is over, we can look forward to some actual drama.

3.) The cricket season is starting up, so that’s good — albeit not weekly — because South Africa has a pretty busy season this year, starting with a tour of Strylia (always a good competition, provided that the Strylians can refrain from cheating).  And speaking of touring Australia, I have to wait until January next year to watch the Ashes (Oz vs. England).

4.) Golf tournaments coming up:  US Open and the Open Championship (British).  I only watch the four majors:  Masters (McIlroy), US PGA (Sheffler) and the two above (winners TBD).

5.) I don’t watch basketball of any description, so whatever happens there is of no interest to me.

6.) Ditto baseball.

7.) Ditto (ice) hockey.

8.) Ditto the NFL.

9.) Ditto tennis except for Wimbledon, and that only occasionally.  I pretty much haven’t watched it since they stopped playing with wooden racquets.

10.) I don’t watch any women’s sporting events, because the skills are crap and there’s no nudity.

Okay, you can all get back to cleaning your guns / cutting your toenails / whatever.

Aaaaaargh apparently “our” Dallas Mavericks are taking on Boston’s Celtics in the annual championship netball game tonight.

This means that for the next ten days or so the only thing that I’ll hear, on any media channel, will be basketballbasketballbasketballbasketballbasketball, which interests me less than stories of Kim Kardashian’s ingrown toenail.

It’s not the games per se  that bore me to tears (although why anyone bothers to watch the first three quarters of any pro basketball game is beyond me).   No, what drives me into an absolute coma is the endless commentary both before and after, mostly by pundits whose last basketball game was with their teenage sons in the driveway.

Charles Barkley?  Larry Bird?  Magic?  Michael Jordan?  Them, I’ll listen to… perhaps.  But when the talk becomes something along the lines of “when he drives to the paint for a layup” is when I reach for the on/off switch and/or the Southern Comfort.

And oy… try finding a bar around here which won’t have the pre-game prognostications, the game highlights, the post-game blather, all at earsplitting volume… as Doc Russia so often says:

“The game itself:  fine.  People talking about the game:  ugh.”

I don’t even do that shit when it’s a sport I love — cricket, football, F1, women’s professional nude gymnastics* etc. — and when it’s stupid basketball or Australian underwater wrist-wrestling…

Pass.

*Okay there’s no such sport, but there should be.