I may tease The Boy about his addiction to football but, all in all, it’s a pretty harmless passion. I was just reading an article about Mark Inglis, the idiot (oops, did I say that out loud??) who recently returned from Everest. You know, the one whose climbing party left a fellow climber to die.
Imagine having a partner who, having already lost his legs mountain climbing, decides to give Everest a shot at him. This time he “only” lost a few fingertips, although there may be further damage to his leg stumps as well. Imagine being the partner of an extreme sportsman like that. Waiting for the call about whether he was alive or dead, and what condition he was in this time.
The Boy may come back with a few lumps & bumps from a football game, and may get up at all hours to watch Brazil play, but at least I don’t need to worry about whether he’ll die from it. Except for the possible heart attack risk if Brazil makes it to the World Cup final. I guess football isn’t so bad after all…
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