A Gripe about Modern Soccer Programming

Last night I’ve mustered enough of the inconvenient will to go to the common TV room at work to see if maybe, a big IF, they had the game I wanted on. This doesn’t happen often. In the past that usually came with the risk of that proposition (of the game I want on) blowing up in face with another game being on, and then me having to feign an interest in hanging out with the fellas. It’s a group I don’t particularly enjoy spending time with unless there was something else to occupy me. Like the game I want on. The game then becomes the prop for conversation. The risk of having my pretense exposed the moment I walked in, frankly, is too immense to justify the reward of the viewing experience. Here, the payoff hinges heavily on circumstance, the chance of the game being good. And delayed gratification is a reality I have only recently matured enough to consider. I never thought myself to be that deliberate on a subconscious level, but I guess nothing like your thoughts leering back at you from a computer screen for some self-discovery. This is what I do. Continue reading