Sports section

More men are poring over the sports pages than ever before. In fact other sections of newspapers have been relegated to the back burner and sometimes not touched for weeks on end. Men scramble for this otherwise specialized section and reports have come of fights and brawls in clubs and other prestigious reading rooms where otherwise staid and decent gentlemen of good standing have erupted in violent irritation over one of their kind spending too long a moment over this portion.
Yesterday, the wife looked at me a second time while I scanned and rescanned those very interesting pages. "You finished with the sports section darling?"
"Nah!" I said, "go and have a bath or run the water for me will you dear, while I just finish this lovely piece!"
"What lovely piece?"
"You won't understand!" I smiled, "let me concentrate dear, please!"
"You've been concentrating quite a while," she said as she came over and peered over my shoulder.
"You want to read something?" I asked dangerously.
"Yeah," she said.
"Finished the editorial?"
"It's boring!"
"Those floods in Italy?"
"There haven't been any floods in Italy, not that I know off," she said.
"Earthquakes in Pakistan?"
"Old news," she said, "have you finished the sports pages?"
"Look," I said, "I need a bit more time; this stuff's mind boggling!"
"Yeah I can see that!" she said as she watched me.
The wife continued watching me scan the pages and I watched her staring from the corner of my eye, "Okay," I said, "Take! Go ahead! Read!"
I watched this time as she opened the same section.
"Wow!" she said.
"Wow what?"
"Those muscles!"
"Yeah!" I said.
"Ain't he cute?"
"Ain't who cute?"
"Beckham of course! He's got what any woman would want!"
"What's that?" I asked.
"A face and a body to match!" said the wife, as she ogled the Englishman. Ye gads!"
"Another man?"
"Look at this cute fellow! Just look at his behind! I must tell Sarah he's got the same name as her hero; Christiano Ronaldo! What men! Why don't you also work out in the gym dear?"
"Listen!" I said standing up and snatching the paper from her, "I've had enough! I thought you wanted to read?"
"Same reading as you've been doing darling! Sports section every morning! Ogling, drooling, fantasizing over those scantily dressed girl friends of all the footballers or thighs of those tennis stars! Staring at their curvy behinds! Eyes nearly popping into their cleavages! Newspaper sports sections have more pictures of round and curvy women than sports persons who play the game..!"
This morning the sports section lay unopened, unread, and did I imagine a wisp of a smile as I dutifully read editorial, world news, city news and finally chewed the dictionary..!
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Sports section

More men are poring over the sports pages than ever before. In fact other sections of newspapers have been relegated to the back burner and sometimes not touched for weeks on end. Men scramble for this otherwise specialized section and reports have come of fights and brawls in clubs and other prestigious reading rooms where otherwise staid and decent gentlemen of good standing have erupted in violent irritation over one of their kind spending too long a moment over this portion. Yesterday, the wife looked at me a second time while I scanned and rescanned those very interesting pages. You finished with the sports section darling? Nah! I said, go and have a bath or run the water for me will you dear, while I just finish this lovely piece! What lovely piece? You wont understand! I smiled, let me concentrate dear, please! Youve been concentrating quite a while, she said as she came over and peered over my shoulder. You want to read something? I asked dangerously. Yeah, she said. Finished the editorial? Its boring! Those floods in Italy? There havent been any floods in Italy, not that I know off, she said. Earthquakes in Pakistan? Old news, she said, have you finished the sports pages? Look, I said, I need a bit more time; this stuffs mind boggling! Yeah I can see that! she said as she watched me. The wife continued watching me scan the pages and I watched her staring from the corner of my eye, Okay, I said, Take! Go ahead! Read! I watched this time as she opened the same section. Wow! she said. Wow what? Those muscles! Yeah! I said. Aint he cute? Aint who cute? Beckham of course! Hes got what any woman would want! Whats that? I asked. A face and a body to match! said the wife, as she ogled the Englishman. Ye gads! Another man? Look at this cute fellow! Just look at his behind! I must tell Sarah hes got the same name as her hero; Christiano Ronaldo! What men! Why dont you also work out in the gym dear? Listen! I said standing up and snatching the paper from her, Ive had enough! I thought you wanted to read? Same reading as youve been doing darling! Sports section every morning! Ogling, drooling, fantasizing over those scantily dressed girl friends of all the footballers or thighs of those tennis stars! Staring at their curvy behinds! Eyes nearly popping into their cleavages! Newspaper sports sections have more pictures of round and curvy women than sports persons who play the game..! This morning the sports section lay unopened, unread, and did I imagine a wisp of a smile as I dutifully read editorial, world news, city news and finally chewed the dictionary..! [email protected]