The Match

'I am calling you from Malmo', Jeff said the other day. ' I am watching a hockey match on Millie'.
Millie is his sweet, overweight black Cocker Spaniel.

I admitted to being confused. Only a day ago he had called me from his condo here in Puerto Vallarta and never mentioned a word about going to watch a match in Malmo.

It turned out that he was watching a game that took place in Malmo; the 'on Millie ' part I never quite understood. The closest I got to getting it was that he was taking Millie for some exercise which consisted of him sitting on a chair watching the game on his smart phone whilst Millie was roaming around in the flowerbeds of the condo green area.

'Malmo is in Sweden'  he told me.
I assured him I was aware of that fact.

'It is close to the whatchamacallit...Koppenhaken' he said.
Again I assured him that I knew it was close to Copenhagen.

'I can't remember if I have been there' he said and this time, through gritted teeth, I told him he would have remembered if he had ever been there.

'Anyway' he said, ' I just wanted you to know that Canada is playing against the US'.

And this left me one big gaping question mark. I do not care for sports and the sports I care less than less for must be hockey for its brutality and cricket for its absolutely non understandable rules, so I have no idea why he thought he had to share this little bit of hockey information with me, aside from the lesson about Malmo .

But I am a good person so listened till I had a very sudden and very urgent thing to do and hastily bid him a good day and then, drew several deep breaths to restore my inner calm. Sort of. Till next time he calls to tell something I have very little interest in.

And I will listen again because maybe one day I will be the person in need of a friendly ear and then it will be payback time.

I, of course, can always vent my spleen on my blog.  Like now.  And it works fine.