I have caught a fever, and I am unsure how it will end.
After living through over 4 decades as a dedicated anti-sports-fan, suddenly the turns of my life depend upon whether one group of people, is able to get a ball into a set location, more or less times than another group of people (in different coloured clothes).
A few days long of a year ago, I was in this same situation. And here I am again.
Do I REALLY love him, or am I rooting for the other team?
Last year it was the Matildas versus England.
Today it is Carlton versus the Dockers.
(for context, for sports fans).
(I am leaving the different choices of names there as evidence, my instincts to be analysed by sports fans).
Last night we had a choice - spend time together, or only he watch the game. He chose the latter. (They won). Today another team of his lost, despite my best screaming at them and (often successful) willing of the other team to miss. But now... the Dockers could still make the finals... Carlton have already lost... but the Dockers will fuck it up anyway...
So...
Do I want the Dockers to have a chance at finals?
Or do I want my lover to love me?
