Premature, you say. Fine.
The truth is the year is on its dying days. Tusker will win the league- again, Bandari and Homeboyz have earned their promotions, my dear Oserian has been relegated and Kolongolo still think there will come a time they will play in the top tier.
Names like Kolongolo and Karungu belong to the village.
How do you even put such names on a jersey, or explain to the world why of the quattuordecillion of possible team names you landed on Kolongolo?
What’s there to look forward to but the beginning of the 2013 season and its accompanying transfer window?
I want to see Gor Mahia spend months trying to woo the Blaty guy from Admiral, only to lose him to a tenth-tier team from Bhutan days to the start of the season.
I would have been interested in the upcoming Cup match between the Leopards and Sseru-Rama, but my conscience won’t allow me to just give away my hard-earned money to the Federation.
Neither will I attend the Madaraka Day stuff I know Nyamw…errr…the Federation will organize to finance the Christmas festivities [...and probably the January school fees].
There are better things to do, as I await the return of the league.
I will probably find the entire series of the ‘80s/’90s Kenya Festival of Darts and bear the pain of watching it to the end.
And when it ends I will watch it over and over again; until February 2013 comes.
DISCLAIMER: If Tusker doesn’t win the league, all you three fans please don’t burn my effigy. I am not a prophet-I am just a humble observer.