Tonight Mrs J found herself watching a rerun of the Ryder Cup.

Yes, that’s right. Golf.

Mrs J has never hit a golf ball with a golf club in her life. Though she has tried.

This can only mean one thing. She’s sports starved.

Yes, there’s some tennis going on. But it’s in Asia, so timezone differences aren’t exactly helping. There’s a little bit of pro-cycling still happening. Kind of nice.

But really, Mrs J is looking for snow.

Not here, mind you. Where Mrs J lives snow usually doesn’t build up enough to warrant getting your pair of “white lightning” (read=pair of 20th century wooden skis) down from the attic. Provided you even own a pair. Snow, here, is often just a wet and mushy inconvenience to cars, bikers, runners and pedestrians.

Scando at heart, she’s thinking about snow in the North. Possibly the Alps in her more European moments.

Two more months to wait … before the first Norwegians hammer home that inevitable early season lock-out on the podium. Yes, let’s stay realistic.

Curiously, Mrs J finds that doing more sports herself doesn’t make her more hungry for sweets or other foods. But she’s absolutely starving for her sports heroes and fighters. Following their ups and downs and reliving the experience, in her own way, during her own workouts, fuels more hard work than any bowl of pasta ever could.

Can she slug it out for herself for the next few months?

We shall see.

P.S. All due respect to the sport of Golf and the heroes of the European Ryder Cup team of 2012. You did brilliantly. Mrs J isn’t into Golf but another gazillion people cheering you on like mad might make you feel better about that.