Menowerlobbed; When Too Much Sport Is Not Enough

Well, it's all-go on the sports front these days. Not entirely trouble-free; UEFA  fans at Euro2020(1) have had an outbreak of the Delta variant. Royal Kate has had to isolate herself due to positive testing (likely from her Wimbledon visit). Mostly the cricket tours in the UK have been okay, but the England One Day Team reported an outbreak on Tuesday morning.

For those of us watching from the comfort of our couches (or office chairs in my case), the summer is shaping up nicely, regardless. I love sport. Not all of it, of course, but a good bit of it. 

I was never destined to be a sportswoman myself. Not counting early promise in swimming, gymnastics and a reasonable bowling arm, it became clear by puberty that I was only ever going to be 'round', and there were no more inches to be gained over the 4'11'' attained by the age of ten. It was also then that the 'growing pains' (refer preceding sentence!) hit in... and took till I was 18 to be diagnosed finally as Rheumatoid Arthritis. I did do a lot of cycling in my 20s and a decent amount of hill-walking too. Anyway, not participating didn't mean I lost interest, and I became an avid supporter. Mainly of Rugby Union, Cricket, Tennis and Snooker, but for major events, I also like to keep tabs on the Cycling, Curling, Equestrian, Gymnastics and Swimming... and then there are the Olympics, summer and winter.

Aitch and I (you haven't heard my good ol' pal mentioned for a while, eh?! She's started a new blog, BTW, go pay a visit!) have been texting back and forth or just phoning each other with anticipation and excitement over the young talent properly showing its way at Wimbles this year. As I prepare this post on Manic Monday, one of the young Canadians is through to the quarters, and another is fighting his fight to get there. A young British girl has been causing waves, and of course, there is our Aussie Darlin', Ashleigh Barty, making a bid for the Women's title. I wonder what the listing looks like today as you read?

(By the by, Aitch is also plotting planning a trip up to the Hutch sometime within the next month. Watch out for shenanigans.)

I've also been trying my best to keep up with the Tour de France - Bertie's Gail is a huge fan of that, and we occasionally compare notes. For the tennis (and cricket when it's on), I have been keeping the Google live score pages open and at times have had as many as four 'window' frames open from the BBC to keep track of Wimbles. Fortunately, the Le Tour has an EXCELLENT website with a live tracking map and commentary, plus lots of little trixies such as gradient charts and timing charts and..well... it's fun! For a lot of the early days, they were touring Brittany, all around where our good blogpals, Phoenix and Nelson (Weim-bros extraordinaire), have their crib, but that kraal didn't come into the picture. Nor them. I was keeping a close eye. Thankfully they were not close to be blamed for this fiasco. (There was talk of taking the lady to court - but it seems it got settled quiet-no-fuss-like...)

Sigh. This had to be prepared so far ahead of the game (no pun) because I have had visitors. Mac1 brought Neighbour M to stay a couple of nights. That dear old lady's first-ever visit to the Hutch and not before time!!! She is most dear to me (and all the Macs), and this is extra special. But more on that tomorrow. Thanks for dropping by... what's your summer of sport looking like???