This is going to very short because frankly, my dears, I'm wrecked.
The reason for my fatigue is that I was one of the hardy band of poor souls still sat in the Crucible Theatre in Sheffield shortly before 1am this morning when Aussie golden boy Neil Robertson finally lifted the Betfred.com World Snooker Championship.
OK, I say "poor souls" and that's just wrong. It's always been an ambition of mine to see the famous old trophy being lifted "live" and it was therefore a privilege to be there.
However, in truth, it wasn't the most exhilarating snooker match ever played and, at times, had the feeling of a couple of boys smashing some balls up (so to speak).Plus, getting to bed at shortly after 2.30am is not ideal preparation for the beginning of a new working week.
But it's nothing a good night's sleep tonight won't correct. And another box in my sporting dreams list has been very gratefully ticked.
I think I fancy a bit of netball next.
By the way, did you know these three were snooker fans?
Anything for a vote.
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