I’m staying home this evening

OK, I have a daughter to pick up about 10, but other than that.

But staying home mainly because I am completely broken after football last night. Everything hurts, to mangle an REM song.
Sure, we got soundly beaten, but I ran around an awful lot, and if I’m absolutely honest, we really didn’t deserve the scoreline (which I’m not going to share). Neither did I deserve the nice stud mark above my right knee and the associated bruising, but that’s just one of those things.

I’m willing to admit that most of the pain is self-inflicted, though.

Same again next week, then?

Absolutely.

DARG on Sunday

Bit of an emotional one this morning, as we took all the beagle’s assorted stuff to a local dog adoption centre for them to use with their dogs. Toys, food, baskets, bowls, medication – it all went – and it was heartwarming to see some of the stuff being put into active use before we had even left. Clearly, it will make a positive difference to the dogs there, and hopefully they will benefit from having some nice stuff ahead of being adopted into loving homes.

Back home to work off the emotional stress with a mighty gym workout and a bit of random sport on the TV. Superbikes (dull), cricket (slightly less dull), cycling (actually not dull at all today), and tennis (forced upon me and definitely the very most dull of all).

(Impressive serve speeds though.)

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Incidentally, I don’t find myself wanting to watch any football this evening, because it won’t improve my overall sport experience today. Gianni Infantino and his crappy tournament can voetsek.

And when I say wet…

It has been raining a lot. And it is still raining. And there’s more rain in the forecast.

But just how much has it been raining?

This much:

367.8mm in the last few days just down the road from us about an hour ago. And I’m only saying “about an hour ago” because it’s almost certainly more than that now.

The rain has only really been falling for the last 4 days, so we’re looking at almost 100mm a day. And our local ground really isn’t set up for that. Hence all the flooding.

We might have a couple of dry days (T&Cs apply) before the next wave(s) of rain head in.

Right now, I’m going to watch the mud-wrestling rugby from the stadium in town.

Birmingham, summed up

United have a first round Carabao Cup tie away at Birmingham City.

And we described it on our website as:

Tip?

Interesting example. Anyway…

Look. I’m thinking that whoever did the title meant “trip”, but also that they had – at some point – visited Birmingham, and thus their subconscious took control of their typing fingers.

Hard to argue with it, though. I wouldn’t edit this at all.

Padel – elitist in the UK as well

I mentioned here that padel is a bit of an elitist sport in South Africa.

Well, just look:

Apparently it’s also a bit of an elitist sport in the UK, as well.

According to the Lawn Tennis Association (LTA), there are currently around 800 padel courts in Britain, but over 400,000 players.
Research by Ray Algar, an expert on the economics of sport and exercise, shows that the average off-peak court hire in the UK is about £30, but peak time prices can reach £80 at some venues.

Thirty quid isn’t far off what a court costs in SA, and while the cost of living here is much lower (meaning that in real terms, padel is more expensive here than there), eighty pounds (basically R2000) an hour is completely ridiculous.

The rise of the racquet sport – usually played in doubles on an enclosed court where balls can be played off the walls – has been helped by influencers and celebrity players such as Stormzy.

I think that Stormzy was the guy who got a lot of the middle-class, white South Africans into padel as well. It’s a perhaps surprising crossover between tax advisory services and accountancy during the day, and then banging out freestyle rhymes over classic grime beats in the evening while playing shit tennis in a fish tank, but it does happen.

The plan in the UK is to open more courts:

As the organisation that looks after padel in the UK, the LTA has launched a new five-year strategy that aims to work with local authorities to build more courts.

See? And the aim here is getting a more diverse cohort involved in the sport. But this has never really worked with polo, and I can’t see it happening with padel in the near future, either.

There are far better options: You can book a 5-a-side court for less than a padel court here, you can spread the cost ten ways instead of four, and all you need is a R200 football instead of four plastic bats whose costs stretch into five figures.

You might not get the inter-game spreadsheet banter that you crave, but it’s still a decent workout.

It’s fine. Padel won’t be around forever, and then it’s only a matter of time until the next elitist fad comes around. And whatever that might be will eventually be “ruined” by letting “common people” have a go at it as well. So I guess the padelers should enjoy it while they can.