My ex (when we were together - so, presumably he still does) loved American Football.
I used to have to put up with it on Channel Four on a Sunday evening - JIM McMAHON!!!! and a guy called THE REFRIGERATOR!! AND the final in stupid hours of the morning.
One day we were ambling through Ceefax, and there was a competition. Malcolm (the ex) gave an answer, and the next day at work, I posted it off.
About 3 weeks later, an envelope arrived in his name, with WINNER tickets. He won 2 tickets to see American Football at Loftus Road (QPR's ground).
I didn't go!! But I've always wondered exactly how many people actually took part in that competition.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.
The rest of us are a bit crap.