Speaking of the Foozball ...

... I'm going. On Sunday.

Yes. Me. Of all people. Going. To the football.

We get free tickets at work, and I figured I should at least give it a try. I'm going with the other guys in my department as a bit of a bonding exercise. I guess. As to who's playing, I have no idea. I'm not even a hundred per cent sure where it's happening, although I've been told both these things.

I don't know what I'm expecting to happen. I'll most likely find it as boring as bat shit. But you have to try, don't you? Simone has expressed concern that this is the beginning of the end, that before you know it I'll be your average footyhead. This is something that Dad has been prophecising would happen ever since I moved to Melbourne.

Come on, guys! Seriously? Me?? I don't think so!

In other news, I've finished watching all three seasons of Deadwood, borrowed from my boss ...


... I've now moved onto the season season of Rome ...


... and I've become addicted to Peach flavour Ice Tea.


(I think the ice tea addiction alone is enough to keep me from ever becoming a blokey sports fan).