It was only fitting with cosmic karma that after losing his game, but playing well, and then being hit by a cheap shot from Football Club's number 5; SB was due for something good to happen. This came in the form of great rugby. We viewed the Wales v South Africa game with our teammates, including two Welshmen, and it was a thriller. Despite being my favorite Springbok, Jean de Villiers did break my heart a bit when he intercepted a pass and scored. I started watching the game in a neutral position but SB and I admitted later that we were hoping for Wales to win it in the end. I was leaping up an down in the last minutes which is how I discovered that I definitely wrenched my ankle during my game earlier in the day. Owww. It's about the size of a golf ball. SB was trying to console Welshman Tony after the match and really meant it as a compliment that Wales almost came through in the end, and may have if the knock on was not called. But all he succeeded in doing was saying, "Wales almost won it, " too many times and Tony looked agonized and yet also very proud of his hometown team. SB got a few light punches in the arm for his bad attempts at consoling Tony.
We then went to watch the Scotland v NZ match with five of our Kiwi teammates and all their friends. SB was developing a headache from being unable to see out of his eye so we left after the half. His coach, Simi, told SB that he would have been man of the match, which made him very pink and flattered. SB is a big fish in ice hockey and lacrosse, having played since childhood, but rugby is not his best sport so this was a huge compliment to him. His night ended well with me fawning over him while discussing whether we should take out Number 5 with a hockey puck or a lacrosse ball. SB used to be able to shoot a lacrosse ball over 110 yards a couple years ago, but his hockey slap shot may be harder and more accurate. Hmmm...
To cap off the weekend we spent Sunday prowling about lower Happy Valley and taking in sports. We saw some soccer, then took in some youth rugby matches. Then we strolled over to a fourth division field hockey match which pitted some older Indian gentlemen against a local Chinese university team: wiliness and experience versus youthful exuberance and speed. We also met the only Indian on the Football Club Premier team and he told us that he would be playing later that day so we went over to watch his game against Khalsa. We couldn't help but cheer for Khalsa. It wasn't too hard to see where to sit because on one side of the stands were various Indian athletes of all ages and in the other side were white people in their country club uniforms of white linen and chinos. SB watched the match and I watched the spectators.
Now, I admit that I clearly see the appeal in a club such as FC. They have facilities that enable a wide range of sports for all ages and abilities, as well as facilities for socializing. One could spend his/her entire day there at the club. This increases in appeal if you have a family because you can place your child in all sorts of programs while you play your own matches or drink wine with the other linen wearers. In order to play all the sports of his liking SB has to travel across Hong Kong and Kowloon. There is a lot of equipment that has to be hauled so that he is not keen to drag it all to a bar somewhere else to socialize. Maybe one day we will join a club and I will spend my days getting pedicures and drinking wine. Until then Happy Valley is a suitable replacement since we can get a lot of sports options within reach with the exception of ice hockey. And the mango juice smoothie and pet friendly policies at Moon's is better than anything the clubhouse could offer.
We then went to watch the Scotland v NZ match with five of our Kiwi teammates and all their friends. SB was developing a headache from being unable to see out of his eye so we left after the half. His coach, Simi, told SB that he would have been man of the match, which made him very pink and flattered. SB is a big fish in ice hockey and lacrosse, having played since childhood, but rugby is not his best sport so this was a huge compliment to him. His night ended well with me fawning over him while discussing whether we should take out Number 5 with a hockey puck or a lacrosse ball. SB used to be able to shoot a lacrosse ball over 110 yards a couple years ago, but his hockey slap shot may be harder and more accurate. Hmmm...
To cap off the weekend we spent Sunday prowling about lower Happy Valley and taking in sports. We saw some soccer, then took in some youth rugby matches. Then we strolled over to a fourth division field hockey match which pitted some older Indian gentlemen against a local Chinese university team: wiliness and experience versus youthful exuberance and speed. We also met the only Indian on the Football Club Premier team and he told us that he would be playing later that day so we went over to watch his game against Khalsa. We couldn't help but cheer for Khalsa. It wasn't too hard to see where to sit because on one side of the stands were various Indian athletes of all ages and in the other side were white people in their country club uniforms of white linen and chinos. SB watched the match and I watched the spectators.
Now, I admit that I clearly see the appeal in a club such as FC. They have facilities that enable a wide range of sports for all ages and abilities, as well as facilities for socializing. One could spend his/her entire day there at the club. This increases in appeal if you have a family because you can place your child in all sorts of programs while you play your own matches or drink wine with the other linen wearers. In order to play all the sports of his liking SB has to travel across Hong Kong and Kowloon. There is a lot of equipment that has to be hauled so that he is not keen to drag it all to a bar somewhere else to socialize. Maybe one day we will join a club and I will spend my days getting pedicures and drinking wine. Until then Happy Valley is a suitable replacement since we can get a lot of sports options within reach with the exception of ice hockey. And the mango juice smoothie and pet friendly policies at Moon's is better than anything the clubhouse could offer.
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