What's the point?

So - what are we doing here? Most sporting blogs have a particular obsession - this, however, is more of a generalist sports site, if that's not too twatty. Love rugby? You'll find it here. Crazy for football? Come on in! Skiing floats your boat? Welcome, you're among friends! Lawn green bowls drive you crazy? Go away. You're weird.

There is however a point to all of this - much as the idea might excite me, I doubt there's going to be that much interest in me wanging on about whatever sporting event/controversy/point of interest happens to have piqued my curiosity on any given day.

So what is that point? Well, in my first post I mentioned that this blog was inspired by an Englishman who wasn't even aware that England had won the last Rugby World Cup. To give you a bit more info on said Englishman: his name is Edward; he is furiously intelligent, and devours film, music, literature as if they were cakes; he also, unfortunately, devours cakes as if they were cakes; he has a head that's shaped a bit like a potato; and, most importantly, he knows less about competitive sport than a six year old Amish girl. The scary thing is that he just doesn't care. Isn't bothered in the slightest. Personally, I think it scares him - the pure, tribal nature of sport is just a bit much for his delicate sensibility. He disagrees; but then he would, wouldn't he?

Regardless of the justification, Edward has managed to prevent sport from having even the slightest of impacts upon his life with a spectacular degree of success for over 28 years now. And then last night something funny happened. Man United beat Roma 7-1 at Old Trafford, and Ed was actually a bit interested. Not a lot, but a bit - he got that this was quite a cool thing. I explained that this was particularly impressive as Roma were currently lying second in Serie A; Ed didn't know what Serie A was. And this annoyed him. And not just a bit. For the first time he seemed to recognise that sport was more than just a sweaty thing that bigger boys did; it suddenly represented a massive gap in his knowledge, and his experience.

And so we're going to change that, using the sparkly magic of the worldwide intraweb - it is, as I'm sure you'll agree, terribly exciting. While you will get a lot of me wanging on about sport (my obsession with Welsh rugby will no doubt reach a (vain)glorious peak during the World Cup later this year), you'll also get to hear Ed as he makes his way nervously into an alien world. We'll go to games together, and write parallel reports. And you can watch him grow. Think of him as an over-sized baby who's never been allowed to play with other children before (and not just because he has a head like a potato). You can be there for the laughter, and be there for the tears. It's really all pretty exciting. Don't you reckon?

I'm going to let him introduce himself now. Sorry if he's rude - he'll just be showing off because he feels threatened. Be gentle, won't you.