Today I bought a football.
I know that there is something of an international readership of this blog, so I want to make sure everyone knows what I mean by ‘a football’. It’s an inflatable spherical object used to play a game of the same name. In America the game is called ‘soccer’ and therefore the spherical object is known as a ‘soccer ball’. That’s because in America there’s a different game that goes by the name of ‘football’. In the UK we call that game ‘American football’, and the not-spherical inflatable object that is used to play ‘American football’, we refer to as ‘an American football’.
Now that we all know what I mean by ‘a football’, we can go back to the fact that I bought one today.
In fact I bought this one:
Now the fact that I’ve chosen to show a picture of the ball brings into to question my motivations for writing a paragraph about the differences between ‘American football’ and ‘actual football’. Because I’m guessing that most Americans can work out that the above object would be pretty useless in the NFL. I don’t know why I wrote that paragraph any more than I know why I’m writing this one. It’s probably a hangover from my undergrad days when ‘word count’ was everything…
I bought the football because I’m working today. Which isn’t much of an explanation.
And it occurs to me that I’ve never really explained what I do. I’ve intimated that I’m a teacher and that is true. But I work in a more alternative type of education, aimed at kids who don’t really fit into mainstream provisions. In fact I’m kind of the head teacher of such a place. Which sounds vaguely prestigious until you see my salary…
Anyway, I’ve ended up having to work on a Saturday, which is dreadful and horrible, but actually the building I work in is quite pleasant and indeed without all the kids in, is not too bad a place to find myself. I’d rather be at home or out doing fun stuff, but the building I work in is, essentially, a converted large town house in Central Reading, with quite a big garden. So apart from all the boring paperwork I’m catching up on, I’m not that upset to be here.
But none of that explains why I bought a football.
So here’s why I bought a football.
Today I decided to drive in to work, whereas on the days I actually have to be here, I walk. Because I was driving in, I thought I’d take the opportunity to pick up some stuff that might be useful for the coming weeks in the centre, because being all important, I have a ‘work credit card’ to buy essential supplies.
Given that the weather is nice, we’ve been doing lots of outdoor activities with the kids and so some of the stuff I decided to buy was sports equipment. To be precise, footballs, to be even more precise ‘actual footballs’ not ‘American footballs’.
The kids I work with like to kick a ball around. They also like to accidentally kick those balls over neighbouring fences, so we get through quite a few. So I bought mostly cheap, fairly rubbish footballs that we can afford to lose. But I did buy a fairly decent one for them to take to the park, which is the one pictured. But, as it was on offer, I thought I’d treat myself to one too.
Ok, you may be wondering, but what is the point to all of this?
Well there isn’t really a point.
But I do have a new football.