broken balls

The World Cup is playing like a broken record in my home.  I'm seriously concerned for my sanity, and the safety of others who live and breath in a relatively close proximity (anywhere within a 20 mile radius). I've resorted to playing Super Mario Bro's on my DSi  as I'm finding the Brain Training game too difficult to comprehend due to the remaining precious and yet small amount of intellectual ability that has been sucked dry, thanks to this joyous quadrennial event. Normally I struggle on a daily basis to remember what I've said or done in a 5 minute period, now I can't even remember what I'm supposed to do for the next 5! 

Don't get me wrong, I love a bit of sport (and by a bit, I mean "minute, microscopic and minuscule") and do admittedly love to watch the games that are of interest (e.g.  Australia losing rather embarrassingly, and England cutting it close), don my "go-ozzie-go" underpants and revel in the culturally competitive banter.  But on a serious note, putting up with the football season once a year is enough for me, this is overkill.  Every... Single.. Game....

It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for Virgin Media.  Thanks to these kind folks, (I had another word there, but thought it best to tame) we have the technology to record every game, and watch these later in the evenings, rewind, rewatch, rewind and rewatch, pause, rewind, maybe fast forward a little, but yet again... rewatch.  Even my 21 month old is over it, I'm sure he said "uck-ball" tonight.  Need I say more.

No wonder I've had difficulty in trying to get rid of my migraine today.  Funny though, I spent the whole day trying to figure out how I got it.. now it's just dawned on me.  If this football torture goes on for much longer,  just like a broken record.... someone will have broken balls.