One of the lesser known marital pressures on Australian couples is the North-South football divide. Hailing from Sydney as I do, I occasionally have an urge to watch rugby union or league (and sometimes even to play the former). But it’s almost impossible to watch a rugby game on television at our place, because jen grew up in Melbourne and gleefully exhibits a loud-mouthed disdain for both codes.
“Look, he’s trying to root that bloke on the ground” does nothing for one’s appreciation of the elegant brutality of a classic three man tackle. “There’s not a straight man on the field, and all the spectators are fag hags” is usually the last straw, resulting in a rueful surrender of the remote control and retreat to blogging.
Lucky jen hasn’t heard about Ian Roberts or John “Hoppa” Hopoate, both of whom played for the ironically-named Manly team, where I grew up and which I still fitfully support.
Incidentally, I see the cretins at Channel 7 tried to get Ian Roberts to wear a pink outfit in the recent final of Dancing With the Stars (in which he was runner-up):
Roberts said he sometimes had heated words behind the scenes when they tried to make him wear a pink suit, a leather skirt and once when they wanted him to go shirtless.
“I’m not going to portray a stereotype for some cheap laugh for anyone, ever,” he said of the requests. “It’s not who I am.
“It’s much more valuable to just be yourself, regardless of anything else.”
Just thought I’d give jen a couple of cheap laughs. Anything for domestic harmony.