Sabotaging Heikki

With March comes the fantastic news that some men in expensive cars will be repeatedly driving around a track behind some other men in expensive cars for the next few months. This – as those of you who spotted the sarcasm in the line above – doesn’t fill me with awe, but what is quite cool about this procession of speedy vehicles is that Heikki Kovalainen, one of those men in an expensive car, will be wearing this hat (that is the technical term for the headgear, right?):

Apparently rumours of the Caterham team (for it is they) having a new forked stick and elastic band “launch control” system are wildly exaggerated. But while Mr Kovalainen will undoubtedly have the coolest hat in the procession, it surely does leave his season open to sabotage by rival drivers placing precariously-constructed wooden pigstys at the side of the track, which his car will then be involuntarily, inexplicably and inescapably drawn towards, perhaps losing him time, or indeed, life.

Still, he’ll look really cool as he crashes out of the parade.

Leaving Newlands

As in… “I wish WPRU were…” But that’s not what this is about – later in the week for that one.

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This was taken yesterday evening as we were heading down the back of the Danie Craven stand at Newlands after the Stormers v Hurricanes game.
If we’d left earlier (or later), the moon and Venus would not have been so beautifully framed by the stand, the Sports Science Institute and Table Mountain.
But we didn’t, so they were.

Chris Pierson on why football is better than swimming (or anything else)

This weekend, I have been mostly reading My Favourite Year, [Amazon] edited by Nick Hornby and described as “a collection of football writing”, in which several (or more) authors describe their favourite season of their favourite club, together with appropriate commentary, anecdotes and references to their own life at the time. It’s more interesting than it sounds, really.

But it was while I was reading Chris Pierson’s account of St. Albans City’s “Golden Year” of 1971/2 that I suddenly saw documented for the first time ever, the reason why I and many millions of others play social football, week in, week out, come rain or shine.

Across the globe, we are told, at any one moment just so many people are being born, or dying, or procreating or staring down the barrel of a gun.
I like to think that at any one moment somewhere in the world one of football’s ordinary punters is scoring an extraordinary goal. It has happened to everyone who has played the game. On some (perhaps) lone occasion you have sent the ball thundering past the helpless keeper from 25 yards, or else you have met the ball with head (eyes closed, of course) and sent it like a bullet into the top corner of the net.
Not every sport can offer such a thrill. However often you go to your municipal swimming baths you will not chance upon someone establishing a new world record. Yet, by the law of averages, every Sunday, some bepaunched and breathless punter from publand will strike home the ball in a way that the peerless Pelé or the mighty Bobby Charlton could not have bettered.
It can happen anywhere and, if you wait long enough, will happen almost everywhere. This is the beauty of football: a little bit of the sublime, rather more of the ridiculous and quite a lot of everything in between.

He’s summed it up perfectly there (and he also educated me on the bewilderingly complicated non-league pyramid nestling beneath the household names we know and love from watching TV each weekend). It’s not just for the camaraderie, the friendship, the illusions of fitness – although they’re all great. It’s for those moments when you’re as good as – no, you’re better than – the big names with their big bucks and big cars. It doesn’t happen every week, it wouldn’t be special if it did. Often, it doesn’t even happen every season. But when those elements come together in a perfect storm of footballing coincidence, just for a second, magic happens.

Those who play, will understand. You others have much to learn.

Horses To Be Banned From Fashion Show “By 2014”

Organisers of the J&B Met Fashion Parade today announced that horses were to be phased out of the event over the next two years. Horses have been an integral part of the glitzy annual show, held in Kenilworth, Cape Town since 1883, but management have now decreed that they are supplementary to requirements and will be removed completely from the event ahead of the 2014 show.

“This decision will make so many people happy,” stated event director Tyrone Perfect. “Horses are such sweaty, smelly animals and don’t fit well with our vision for the Met of the future. Last year, there was almost an incident when the bold colours and abstract shapes of a rather avant garde – but totally fabulous outfit – scared one of the animals in the parade ring. I mean, thank heavens that no-one was injured, but we felt that it was a sign that haute couture and horses simply don’t mix. One of them simply had to go, and there’s simply no way that we could lose the fabulous fashion, darling. Simply no way.”

Indeed, when we surveyed prospective guests, the decision seemed to be popular. “It’s a good idea. No-one watches the racing. And it’ll mean more time and space for getting drunk and leering at drunk girls in short dresses,” said failed student Aaron Castlelite, while Met veteran Edith Cougar agreed: “Back when I first went to the Met in the 50s, we used to marvel the power and the muscle of those magnificent beasts, but since they let the native men in, there’s so much more to enjoy than the horses.”

Betting manager Roy Cash had only been made aware of the decision earlier in the day and was yet to hear of exactly it would affect his staff. “Obviously, I want to protect the livelihood of my business and the jobs of my workers and although I’ve seen nothing on paper yet,  Tyrone has told me that instead of betting at the Met, once the horses have gone, the plan is to just get the punters to give us a few hundred Rand each – cut out the middle man, as it were. That way, we can guarantee our profits and remove the ongoing problem of smug bastards who get lucky and then claim that they actually knew what they were doing.”

Perfect was anxious to promote the advantages of the proposed changes: “The Met is all simply about breaking down barriers and that’s literally what we’ll be doing in 2014 – taking down those ugly white railings for good. We’ll have more space for more people and more marquees with arrogant bar staff serving overpriced cocktails and we can also expand on our competitions like Best Dressed Man, Best Dressed Woman, Best Dressed Couple, Best Dressed Group and Best Dressed Event Director. Hello!
Oh and also, we’re going to pilot a project this year where we try and find someone who actually paid for a Met entry ticket and then we’re going to put them on stage and openly ridicule them. Believe me, it will be simply fabulous.”

The 2012 J&B Met is on at Kenilworth Racecourse this Saturday 28th January.