Much to my chagrin, it seems I have been sucked into a vortex of procrastination lately. Last couple of days I have been occupying myself with something very uncharacteristic: watching sports. Namely the World Athletics Championship in London. I am so not a sports guy, but sometimes I get caught up in these things. Not for the medal count, but simply for the strength and elegance of the contestants. Besides, being from Sweden, the medal count is always meager indeed. In a way I suppose this is simply a preemptive excuse for my abysmal word count progress this week. And with that being said, I better get at it. It is not Monday yet. Fingers to keyboard, silly Swede!
Warning: the following text may contain traces of national pride.
I have never been much of a sports fan. The only thing I watch with any regularity is national team football (or soccer as some heathens choose to call it), specifically the World Cup, and the Euro Cup. But every now and then I sit down to enjoy some hockey as well. And this year I just so happened to remember there was a world championship going on, so I actually watched most of Sweden’s game all through the tournament. And wouldn’t you know. Sweden actually won the gold. That means we are better than you, you, you, and you. And you as well.
But seriously though, it was a good game. Canada played very well, and it was an even game. If it hadn’t been for the swedish goalie, things could have turned out very differently. So, congrats, boys. Well played.