We're glued to the London Olympics on the tele. It's on from early morning till last thing at night. Our enthusiasm for athletic endeavour knows no bounds.
Today as I walk briskly along Govan Road, my attention is alerted to a full range of sporting prowess raging around me.
Firstly, cyclists. This is a very popular sport in Govan, as this bank of the Clyde is very flat and you can enjoy whizzing along at a fast pace, gold medal level.
And, runners. Young male athletes are often seen belting along the streets. Many of them train after nightfall. Some are practising for the relay; one young man speeding along with another in hot pursuit at his back.
Swimmers too. Aquatic stars leap into the stagnant waters of the graving docks. One mad lad boasted to me this summer that he got hepati'is and he's got a pure rid rash fae swimmin in it.
We witness javelin throwing. Fence posts can be flung a fair distance, no one's measuring. Take it from me.
The Polis join in with dressage events from time to time.
An exciting judo match between a wee boy and a big boy takes place on the pavement. No shortage of spectators at this event. And, you won't get a cheaper ticket anywhere.