Sunday, February 11, 2007

A Rugby Confession

I don't know what it is, but there is something about Donncha O'Callaghan that makes me want to take him home, feed him soup, and read him classic literature, like The Great Gatsby, That They May Face the Rising Sun and TS Eliot poems.

And I don't mean it in a creepy Kathy-Bates-Misery sort of way, but more in a motherly, protectorly, teacherly sort of way.

6 Comments:

At 11 February 2007 at 20:24, Blogger Terri said...

I could think of a few things myself, but reading literature is not one of them. Yes, I'm dirty aul' lady but perhaps I'd feel the way you do if I were 250 too.

 
At 11 February 2007 at 21:00, Blogger -Ann said...

Hmmm, I really must fix that. I've been aged before my time!

 
At 12 February 2007 at 00:10, Anonymous laurie said...

yikes. he looks like Jimmy Connors. a long time ago....

 
At 12 February 2007 at 07:04, Blogger -Ann said...

Hi Laurie - I don't think he photographs all that well. Certainly, none of the photos I found on Google Images matched what I've seen of him on interviews.

 
At 12 February 2007 at 10:00, Blogger Fence said...

Well, you never said that the soup and reading was the only thing to happen when you took him home ;)

 
At 13 February 2007 at 07:30, Blogger -Ann said...

Fence - Good point, but sadly, that is all that would happen. There is just something about him that makes him seem to me like a big man-child. I don't know anything about him - but I imagine him as being a sort of cross between Tom Hanks' character in "Big" and Lenny in "Of Mice and Men." I'm sure he's a very smart, capable guy, but ever since I saw him in Hector's Lions DVD, I've had this odd impulse to want to mother him.

 

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