Working as a sports journalist, I went to London to cover a big football match several years ago. Despite an offer to join me, my wife chose to stay home, because in her words, “Sports are a bore.” There was nothing boring about this trip, and it wasn’t because of the sports.
I went down to the locker room before the game to interview some players and bumped into a stunning blonde reporter from a London TV station. I literally bumped into her, in the process accidentally getting a handful of her ample assets. While I was initially embarrassed, she looked at me playfully and said, “Save that for after the match.”
After the match she breezed by and slipped me a sheet of paper with her hotel room number on it. For the next two days, the only sport I covered was indoors with my London mistress.