Summer of 07

I'm sitting at my office desk as I type this, looking out the window at 2 bees buzzing around a flower for pollen. Can't help thinking, what a bunch of lucky b…..ds. For once in this miserable Irish summer the sun is shining and it hasn't rained in nearly 4 days. August is as it should be.

A friend of mine has told me his Father in Law has cancer, doesn't sound good. Anytime I hear of someone with this, I can't help thinking of a few years back when I was in Montreal and went to the Canadiens V Leafs. It was just after Saiku Koivu had announced he had the disease and the recepion he got that night will live long in my memory and easily makes my top 5 sports events of all time. Thankfully he receovered but he was one of the lucky ones. Sometimes too I think of athletes who have dies of Sudden Adult Death syndrome and think what a waste of a talented life

And then I think of the steroid abusers, the dog fighters, the crooked refs, the footballers with guns and the other **** who have spolied our summer of 07. Why do they get the million dollar deals, the adulation of (some) fans no matter what they do? Why do they good seem to suffer and the guilty go home to their swimming pools and Porsches?

And then I think that in an hours time I too get to go home, bounce my little 5 month old daughter on my knees and get the biggest goofiest smile you can imagine. She'll tell me about her day in the way that only 5 month old babies do, maybe drool a bit on me, just for the fun of it and then laugh at my funny faces. My dog will be jumping up and down as if to say, come on, I need to take you for your walk and my wife will give me a kiss, the dinner and the light of her smile

We have a saying over here, "you'll have no luck with that". Don't worry, the sporting **** of this summer will get their comeuppance, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even in this life but one day it will happen. So whilst the rest of us bounce our kids on our knees and eat pizza, remember, as that certain well known acress and fellow blogger says, there's always peace love and baseball