Here we go again then…

Before we begin this post, for the record: Yes, we won the quiz.
Some really odd questions in there.
And I didn’t think we’d try to answer one of them with “Patagonian Toothbrush”. Especially in the Food & Drink round. It wasn’t right, for a number of reasons.
But 20 teams, 100 points available, we got 88, 2nd place got 81. All good, all cool.

Much money was raised for good causes.

And there were no South African politics questions.

And so now we move onto tonight’s festivities, and by festivities, I mean the start of a new football season for Sheffield United. It’s something that I always look forward to with a mixture of excited anticipation and a hint of worry and trepidation.

But it’s ok. It’s all part of the fun and games that I’ve been going through for the last n years. And once this first game is done, then I’ll only be stressed and on edge for the next eight or nine months.

So that’s something to look forward to.

There must have been something wrong with my phone, because I never got the call from the United manager Rubén Sellés to go and play centre back in the match today. Weird.

He must think he’s got enough of a defence. I’m less convinced.


Anyway, it looks like I’ll be watching from 6000 miles… away.

COME ON YOU RED AND WHITE WIZZZZZAAAAARDS!!!!!!
THIS IS OUR SEASON!!!!!!!!*

* terms and conditions apply

Oh dear, how sad

It’s not nice when someone dies. Generally, I mean. There are several (or more) people on the planet that I certainly wouldn’t shed a tear for, and Asher Watkins is one of them, but it’s obviously sad for his family that he’s no longer with us.

Asher was a millionaire who sold ranches in the USA, and Asher died in Limpopo this week after being attacked by a Cape Buffalo.

Now, we all know that – infamously – hippos are the most dangerous big game animal in Africa. But there are plenty of others, and they’re called big game for a reason: as a human, you’re not going to come out on top in any contest with a lion, leopard, hippo, crocodile, giraffe, elephant or a buffalo.

The thing here is not that Asher died, nor the sob story that all the papers and news site shared about him and his family. It was more that Asher was a famous (in hunting circles, apparently) hunter, who hunted to [checks notes] “preserve wildlife”.*

While in Argentina he boasted of killing thousands of doves in just three days with friends.

Right. That’ll help. Not with dove numbers, but… something… maybe.

No, it was a bit of this statement which pushed me over the edge.

On Sunday while on a hunting safari with us in South Africa’s Limpopo Province, Asher was fatally injured, in a sudden and unprovoked attack by an unwounded buffalo.

Specifically the word “unprovoked”.

Which guy got killed? The one wandering around the buffalo’s territory with the big gun that he was intending to kill the buffalo with?
I’d list that behaviour quite neatly under “provocation”.

And then there’s this bit:

In a moment of fearlessness as he lived his life, he met the challenge head-on, leaving this world a man of courage, faith and adventure.

Bullshit (no pun intended). That’s absolutely not what happened in Limpopo. If he even had time to be aware of what was happening, I can absolutely assure you that in that split second, there was no fearlessness happening. Zero. Almost a metric ton of horned muscle heading straight towards you out of the bush at 50 kph?
Well, ok. Maybe the head-on bit is right, but as mentioned above – only ever going to be one winner in that contest.

And there was.

FAFO, as I believe is all the rage for the young people to say these days.

I don’t know. I eat meat, and I’m pretty sure that animals have to be killed for that. I just don’t really see the need to go out into the wild and kill stuff just for the “sport”? Because I never really saw hunting as sport: arguing that in sport, both players need to know they are playing, and further agreeing with Sep Guardiola that:

Maybe, after Asher Watkins’ defeat (and demise), I need to reevaluate those criteria a bit.

It was clearly game on – and then game over – in Limpopo.

* Yes, I know there are potential reasons behind his statement, but you can’t pick and choose; giving with one hand while taking away with the other. There’s no conservation value in what he was trying here.

Heading home

Not me. I’ve been here all along.

Nope – it’s back to the Mother City for Little Miss 6000 and her classmates. Communication has been sporadic, but I know that it was a cold queue at the border crossing this morning:

To be fair, it wasn’t that much warmer down here last night.

They seem to have a great time though, and the photos of the scenery from the N7 aren’t half bad:

It will be great to have all the family back together. Red wine, roaring fire, good times… and – I would imagine – a very early night.

It has made me think that we need to head up that way again soon. Yes, further even than this.

Have you not heard of squash?

Spotted on a local Facebook feed this morning:

What? No. That’s simply not right.

You know that I’m not the biggest fan of padel. But that’s neither here nor there in this instance.
Because I’m not really into squash either, but I do know enough about it to know that hitting the wall is very much part of the game there. It’s pretty much the entire way of playing the game.

Ask Google about padel and it says:

Padel is often described as a cross between tennis and squash. It’s played on a court similar to tennis but smaller and enclosed by walls, which are used as part of the game like in squash.

“Squash”, you say?
“Walls”? Hmm.

It’s hardly subtle stuff. The clues really are all there.

What makes this even funnier (for me, but then I’m still recovering from that meeting) is that ironically, Bredasdorp (where this padel tank is) is very much an Afrikaans speaking area (83.1% first language), and the Afrikaans word for squash is Muurbal, which literally translates as “wall ball”.
I actually only worked this out this a few years back when driving past the Bredasdorp Muurbalklub, and they’d cut the trees back.

See?

I’m just waiting for Miskey’s to open their 10-pin bowling business: “the only sport where rolling a ball is actually part of the plan!”. Although I’m sure that the Bredasdorp Rolbalklub (yes, seriously) would have something to say about that.