Mid-Life Crisis

So some men, when they are feeling as if the brow of the hill may be receding. like their hairline, into the distance, go out and buy a big fuck off motorbike on which to bring forward their ultimate demise.

Others buy a fast car, see above, but at least if they get to pull in it they don’t have to lie on the damp grass, plays havoc with the old sciatica, mind you so does trying to get your leg over in a 2+2.

Others, perhaps in posession of all their material wants, turn to matters of grooming and dress. They might dye their hair, they might take to wearing a Breitling watch, they may sport a gold chain around their neck, perhaps holding a gold sovereign against their greying chest-hair. They might start to wear clothes that people a generation younger wear to underline their coolness and hipability.

None of this fools anybody, of course, we all know that here is a person afraid of growing old gracefully.

What, then, do we make of Roger Federer at the Australian Open.

The lilac shirt goes well with the grey shorts, (that’s what he’s wearing on his bottom and not the colour of his body hair) and Fed has always been quite partial to black tennis shoes,

BUT PINK LACES?

WTF Rog, it’ll be odd socks and body piercings next.

Get a grip man.

Great Sporting Analogies #1

Just been watching the Aussie Open semi final, Nadal v Federer.

They had a break in the second set because of a firework display! Way to go Aussies!

But that’s not the point of the post.

Back in the day Stuart Hall, he of It’s a Knockout fame, was renowned for his long and winding introductions to his post football match reports for Final Score,bearing no relation to any football match ever, let alone the one that he was reporting on, and then finally having for instance rumbled on about the trials and tribulations facing Deadalus and Icarus in their efforts to escape their oppressors through the power of flight he would add something like, “And so it was for City tonight in their struggle to reach the Carling Cup final, they flew too high, their wax melted and they were sent plunging into the ocean of defeat below.”

You’ll be glad to know that this fine art is alive and well and currently being bandied about down under.

As Nadal was serving to level the first set at four all, having been three love down, one of the commentators came out with this masterpiece.

” It’s Australia Day today and Roger Federer is having a big party at his house with two huge security guards to not let Nadal in and Nadal just punched them both out with one left hook, one first set and now is knocking on the door. Federer is diminished into the little, little guy and Nadal is just pushing past, “Out the way, moveover, I’ll have a beer mate.”

Absolutely priceless.

Rog’s Cardie Cover-Up

So you’ve all had a chance to see it now, Roger Federer’s cardigan that is.
But Boggartblog, never afraid to broach the truly unimportant and irrelevant issues behind the major news stories, asks the question you’ve all secretly been mumbling under your breath.
IS IT REALLY A CARDIE?
or is it just a sweater with buttons sewn on?

Watch closely next time Rog takes to the court, he doesn’t undo the buttons, he pulls it over his head, just like a sweater.