Armchair sportsmen

No, not fat cnuts playin rfactor and iracing who think they are Juan Manuel Fangio reincarnated, nor even the gobby, stella marinaded football manager that inhabits an inordinate number of couches and pub seats in the UK each weekend.

No, I'm talking about buying shit instead of doing the deed.

In the last 3 or so weeks, I have spent about 400 quid on fishing stuff, but have been fishing on only 3 shot ocassions. If my sore bits are OK, I'm too tired, if my sore bits are OK AND I'm awake, the weather sucks balls, if health and weather are good, the tides are wrong, without getting into silly permutations, suffice to say that getting all the boxes ticked at once has been V hard, and each time an intended fishenmishen (is that German?) is aborted, I settle back down to ebay instead and buy more hooks, or a better rock-top-sea-storm-proof-meths-burning-cookset, or enough attractor beads to make enough eye mangling necklaces to catch a whole box of Essex girls.

I must be the best equiped sea angler in the land, certainly don't have a problem with salt eating the stuff.

I have decided that short of hurricane, I'm doing an all day pollack and ray quest on saturday (OK, with the inevitable mackerel semi-genocide to pass the time). So, get your rooves and greenhouses checked, and buy a big kite.

A thread about armchair sportsmen. By NOOL's most devout F1 fan???

Broom broom. Cars go round and round. Broom.

Well look at it this way, when you die, you'll have a hell of a fishing tackle to pass on, with the strong possibility family fueds settled in court over the matter

i always thought of an armchair sportsman as the person who watches it, knows everything, but does nothing

you're describing a different kettle of crows, the "all the gear - no idea" crowd.

hibster wrote: i always thought of an armchair sportsman as the person who watches it, knows everything, but does nothing

you're describing a different kettle of crows, the "all the gear - no idea" crowd.

Not quite, though I've met this species myself. I am rather competant at fishing, I just seem doomed to fish a shitload less than I want to. The creature you describe would be buying expensive name-brand kit and shiny new clothing, I but rig tying shit :D

Fradders me old china, in all fairness to myself, I'm pushing 40 and did not come from folks made of cash, so the armchair is the only place I'm EVER likely to have watched F1 from. Besides, you need to be fitter than the average ex-sas-runs-a-triathlon-before-breakfast-bionic-bastard, just to survive ONE lap at speed in an F1 car, never mind hang on to one for 7 or 8 hours (in testing they run maybe 5 GP distances in a day). It's not really like footie or cricket is it? Any eejit can go outside at any time and boot a ball about, it may be shite, but it's footie. But I can hardly pop out and do a few really shit laps in the McLaren MP4/22 I keep in the yard.

Iracing at least gives me the chance to be humiliated by real drivers from time to time, but my real claim to fame was a damned good race or three against a young UKF3 driver called Takuma Sato, back in the halcyon days of GP Legends.

hibster wrote:

you're describing a different kettle of crows, the "all the gear - no idea" crowd.

You've just invoked two very different memories for me there..but I can't be arsed to relay them as it would take ages,sorry.

I will say,one was rubbish at sport,a really lovely lad,from a relatively well off family and had all the clobber,but was totally crap at every sport.Really nice lad.He's my postman now.

The other carried all the drugs and got paid nish for it.He got sent down.

Hence in both cases"all the gear-no idea"