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Curses! Snooker ones, to be specific.
Monday, January 18th, 2010 12:38 am
When I was a nipper we used to watch a lot of sport on the telly. My dad and I both love rugger, obvs, but there was also athletics and tennis and snooker and... ah yes, the snooker. Holly and I have been watching the snooker this week. Holly loves Ronnie O'Sullivan, in a way that reminds me very much of how I used to be about Jimmy White.
ANYWAY. When I was a nipper, whoever we wanted to win would always lose in the final when my mum watched it (Jimmy White in the World Snooker Championships, year after year, being a particular bugbear). So my mum was eventually barred from watching after the semis of any championship we cared about, lest The Curse of Mother affect the result.
Tonight Holly and I were watching the final of the Masters. She was getting very excited because Ronnie was winning, and I had all hell on to persuade her to go to bed. Eventually, when Ronnie was nine frames to six ahead, and only needed one more frame to win, I got her to go.
The final score?
O'Sullivan 9 - 10 Selby.
The curse! It lives on!
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ANYWAY. When I was a nipper, whoever we wanted to win would always lose in the final when my mum watched it (Jimmy White in the World Snooker Championships, year after year, being a particular bugbear). So my mum was eventually barred from watching after the semis of any championship we cared about, lest The Curse of Mother affect the result.
Tonight Holly and I were watching the final of the Masters. She was getting very excited because Ronnie was winning, and I had all hell on to persuade her to go to bed. Eventually, when Ronnie was nine frames to six ahead, and only needed one more frame to win, I got her to go.
The final score?
O'Sullivan 9 - 10 Selby.
The curse! It lives on!
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