sport sunday.
Having a rugby pitch view from my bedroom window really makes me feel like a character in a preteen Wattpad fanfiction. A sort of Y/N character, who is too focused on her studies but always gets distracted by the popular rugby player. Classic trope, nerd x popular kid. Not really my cup of tea, but Taylor Swift in the “You Belong To Me” music video (before her transformation) wrecked my little queer eight-year-old brain. Messy hair, stupid glasses, paired with an oversized t-shirt that has scribbles all over it. So I suppose I used to understand the appeal. As I write this, raindrops are desperately racing each other down my window. The harsh Winter pushing some faster than others. I used to cheer on my favourite raindrop to win the race in the backseat of my mother’s old car. Tracing my finger along the glass, trying to stop my non-favourite raindrops from winning the race, while my mother would blast Kelly Clarkson and Taylor Swift songs. I haven’t listened to a Kelly Clarkson song since I was around eleven years old, but if you played her old songs, I guarantee I could sing along. Mother only owned a few albums on CD, so we’d listen to the same albums on repeat during our weekly 40-minute drives every Sunday to see the family. I wonder how far these rugby boys drive to get here. Even in this weather, as raindrops race and cars pass by splashing pedestrians, these rugby boys run around in their shorts, screaming at each other.
Sports are really in at the moment, it seems. Everyone online is freaking out over some gay hickey show that I haven’t watched yet because I refuse to move on so quickly from my gay toxic vampire show. Everything I’ve talked about in this entry so far sounds like some sort of fanfiction trope. Marty Supreme is also really popular since it just came out. Went to see it last night, wet Saturday nights are ones to spend in the cinema after all. Never seen a cinema so packed, a full house for Marty Supreme. Grabbed some of the last seats, stuck in the very front row, looking up at the screen like an ant. Ordered a large popcorn meal because I never learn from my mistakes, got around halfway before surrounding and giving up on finishing it. From someone who doesn’t know anything about sports or movies, Marty Supreme is really good. A must-watch if you will. [Redacted] is a cinephile who views Timothee Chalamet as their personal “opp”, but even they admitted how good the film was.
The last time I played table tennis was sometime last Spring, I believe. Forced [Redacted 2] to play with me despite having spent hours and far-too-many-coins playing pool beforehand. Had some weird shared phase of playing pool for around a month last year. Think we had some weird shared breakdown that night as well, two of three people left on that floor screaming at each other over table tennis. Don’t know the rules of table tennis. [Redacted 2] fell to her knees on the ground, grabbing her head as the paddle stayed in her hand. Drove her to the point of madness that night. Haven’t played table tennis since. Not that I know much of anything about sport. [Redacted 3] was trying to explain sports to me yesterday. He’s a Connacht man but went to support Leinster. Not for any sort of sportsmanship reason, but rather he just wanted to see a game in the Aviva. (Do Connacht not play in the Aviva? Why not??). I’ve been to the Aviva before, on some form of school trip. Didn’t realise it must be some sort of big deal for sports fans, or maybe just the average Connacht fan.
Sports aren’t really my thing, but apparently zoning out and writing is because I didn’t even notice the rugby boys left the pitch since I started writing. I wonder who won, or if it was just practice? I wonder if any of them are Connacht men.