It is quite possibly Mr B's favourite television programme of the whole year. Every year. It is, of course, the BBC's Sports Personality of the Year.
how many people are watching it just at this precise moment and arguing over who should lift the grand trophy? Mr B has his (virtual) money on Bradley Wiggins and depending on how long it takes me to write this blog we may, or may not know whether he has picked
the right man before I sign off. How long it takes me to write the blog will depend, in turn, on how often Mr B commands me to "Watch this!" as the programme progresses. He certainly won't allow me to miss out on anything. Even if I say I'm not
But here's the thing: by the end of the programme, I will be bothered. Mr B will make sure of that. And in the meantime, I can play "spot who's who in the crowd." I am not
too good at this game. I have picked out Zara Phillips so far. Which was pretty good, I thought, especially as she hasn't brought her horse with her.
Oh, but now I am transfixed, watching courageous
Martine Wright, walk bravely onto the stage to collect the Helen Rollason award. Martine was the most seriously injured of those who survived that frightful bomb attack in London in July 2005, the day after the announcement that London had been named
host city for the 2012 Olympics. She fought back from appalling injuries to become one of our Paralympics stars. A true champion. Mr B passes me the tissues.
Now we are onto cycling
and Chris Hoy is speaking by tele-link from Perth. Because of the distance, there's a bit of a time delay when he answers Sue Barker's questions. Mr B reminds me of how Chris Hoy's mum reacted when he won his record-setting gold medal. I pretend
to remember. Sarah Storey announces she is thirteeen weeks pregnant. This should assure her a few more votes from the mums, bless her.
I suppose the challenge for the producers is that most people
are not like Mr B, who loves all and any sports. So the programme cannot linger too long on any one sport for fear that boredom will set in. Hence it flits. From boxing, to tennis, to golf, to cricket.
B says there's another hour to go before the end of the programme. I'm really sorry but I can't keep up this commentary any longer. It's all far, far too much for me. But presumably if you're a sports fan, you will be watching / have watched the programme for
And if you're not, you won't care either way...