What a great weekend of sport! Yesterday was Super Saturday in the US Open from Flushing: the two men's semi-finals in the afternoon followed by the women's final in the evening.
American Express has set up a big screen just next to Ellen MacArthur's boat in North Cove Marina to cover the tennis, so I popped down yesterday, my Corporate Amex allowing me into the front seating. Great atmosphere for the Agassi vs. Ginepri match, with lots of whooping for Agassi from the surrounding Americans. Then Federer disposed of Hewitt, allowing him a rare set in the process. (Hewitt just can't seem to come up with the goods against him, having all of the last nine encounters.)
Then, after some great tacos for dinner, it was great to see Kim Clijsters finally win a major, beating a somewhat lacklustre Mary Pierce, who always looks like she's about to burst into tears.
Up early this morning to watch Raikkonen take the Belgian Grand Prix in an eventful race - Eau Rouge never fails to impress me.
And now, NFL season has started, so I'm watching a feckless Jets side losing 27-0 to the Chiefs early in the fourth. The distressingly ugly Chad Pennington has fumbled six times today, compared to five times throughout the whole of last season. I can't see them coming close to the play-offs this time around.
Meanwhile, despite their convincing lead, Dick Vermeil, the KC head coach looks very much out of place on the sidelines. When the 68-year-old shouts at his players through the Motorola headset, his face seems to merge into his body due to the stretching of his neck. It's a very odd sight.
The sporting weekend will be capped off through participation as opposed to idle watching. I'll be playing my first eleven-a-side game of football since a few such games during my Warwick post-grad., just over ten years ago! Fingers crossed.
I had to pause for 2 minutes 40 seconds during the writing of this post as The Libertines' Time for Heroes came up on my iPod. I've commented on this track before, but it really is fantastic, and for such a short track, it's got a helluva lot of lyrics, the highlight being:
There are fewer more distressing sights than that of an Englishman in a baseball cap.
I'd have to agree in principle, although I'm sure Andy will have something to say in defence (or even defense).
