Sunday morning...

Easy, like Sunday morning

Laid-back listening for a Sunday? Nick Drake it is then. To start with, anyway. Then some Uncle Tupelo. Alternative Country Rock, no less. The Roots Undun to finish off with, before the sport starts...

...well, it's already started, actually...

...with another arse-kicking from the Aussies, first for the Ladies, then the men, in the last T20 games before the teams return home. The women with the Ashes, the men with tails between legs, Trott home early (ill); Swann home early (retired); and Finn home early (bowling action in pieces). Not a good tour if your name ends in double letters, it seems. Then...

...Ireland play Scotland...

...in the final Six Nations, opening weekend game.

An exchange during which I cannot fault DLL's logic:

“Who do you want to win?”

“Er. Scotland. Because Ireland pose a greater threat to England.”

“But if Scotland win, wouldn't that mean they pose the greater threat?”

There's no answer to that...

...then Arsenal 2 v 0 Crystal Palace...

...they're dealing in braces, our midfielders, Cazorla, Wilshire, and now Oxlade-Chamberlain.

The Palace fans are superb.

Tony Pulis remains an undersized, runt of the the litter orc, and needs advice about wearing baseball hats after teenage years...

...oh, and we're top of the league (for a bit)...

...then Seattle Seahawks (the immoveable object) 43 – 8 Denver Broncos (the irresistable force)...

...which answers that philosophical question.

...on the subject of irresistable...

...I know the pre-game stuff goes on a bit, but that's the nature of one of the biggest sporting events of the year, but BLISS (the irresistable attraction) came out with “are you going to bed now? Who won?” about ten minutes before the game actually kicked off.

One thing I like about American Football is that the clock stops and starts to strictly defined rules, and there's an hour's play in the hour-long game.

Football could learn some lessons in eliminating timewasting tactics, and rugby in the time that ticks by setting up and resetting collapsed scrums, too easy for the team in the lead to see out the last few minutes, killing the spectacle.