Today I tried to watch Formula One for the first time in a whole year. I used to be an ardent fan back in the mid 1990s up till a few years ago but with Michael Schumacher winning everything I grew bored and then just switched off. Now I hardly watch any sports at all. Not even footie.
The last time I seriously sat down on the telly and followed a sports coverage was last year's Olympics (mainly to witness the demolition of the USA Basketball team). Not even Paula Radcliffe's 'toilet break' (which I caught live and not from the replay) during last month's London marathon could engage me back into TV sports.
Back to the Monaco grand prix. When I switched on ITV1, the first thing I saw was George Lucas grinning at me. What the heck was he doing on the telly? Only then I found out that Lucasfilm was sponsoring the Red Bull team. Shite. That should have told me that I should just turn the thing off. But I pressed on and let the whole Star Wars hype thingy wash down (Hayden Christensen - "I am a huge Formula One fan - this is my first race") while I lay in bed reading the paper.
By the time Jenson Button got into the commentary box and started yapping away I was in a complete state of stuphor. Few laps in (I remember this Indian guy going into the pits and something about Kimi getting the fastest lap and how Schumacher stated that he wouldn't get higher than fifth) I was getting weary. My room's light has gone out and I haven't changed it yet so it was pretty dark. I was intoxicated with tiredness and finally gave up and slept.
Jennifer texted me to announce her safe arrival at Rouen. I got up and look at my PC. The race was still on. And I went back to sleep.