Just a game

It's 8:30pm.

I'm at KCC with a few other folks and we are watching 22 guys run about after each other and occasionally kick a ball.

It's an odd thing, spectating on sport.

Not bad, just odd.

I find myself nearing half time it what has been a fascinating game feeling pretty physically tense. Mainly because I've been tensing and not relaxing muscles while watching the 2011 Champions League Final.

I really would like to relax though.

Ah yeah, it's just a game. It's not the end of the world...