Apparently some people think Sunday is God's day, but that's clearly a category error. Sunday is for watching sport on the telly. You all know this, especially those of you who pretend not to.

Once upon a time, there was a golden age. Terrestrial telly ruled the roost, and we could roam wild and free through the golf and the wrestling, hand in hand with Dickie Davies. Since the days of our glorious youth, though, the people have been asset stripped. The common land of free sports coverage has been enclosed by the cruel landlords at Sky, and the rest of us have to take what we can get. Which is why days like yesterday must be treasured.

First off, the Women's Soccer World Cup Final. It's been a great tournament, and the standard has risen hugely. In fact it's been so good my natural writing style of casual mockery would seem out of place, which is how come I haven't written about it up to now.

In all honesty, it must be admitted there are still glaring weaknesses. The goalkeeping has been terrible at times, and some countries clearly weren't of World Cup standard. Argentina were embarrassingly poor, and so were Ghana. England were good, though, getting to the quarter finals before being knocked out by the USA (another quarter final World Cup exit), and three or four teams were excellent.

Brazil and Germany were the finalists, and they've been the standout teams all the way. Germany beat Argentina 11-0 in their first game, and Brazil played like - well, like the men's Brazil, with the usual combination of artistry, panache and blatant cheating. Oh yes they do - it's just we normally let them off because of everything else they bring. In the end Germany wore them down, and won 2-0. They become the first team ever to win a major international soccer tournament without conceding a single goal. They won five of their six games, drawing the sixth 0-0 - with England. Told you we were good.

After that it was the Italian soccer, with AC Milan against Catania, the new boys of Serie A. The last time it was free to view it was on Channel 4, but now Channel 5 have got it. They've somehow failed to acquire James Richardson. He it was who once described Catania as a good side, in the same way that the Light Brigade were good soldiers, but such sallies are less in demand on Five than Laura Esposto, described in Wikipedia as an Italian model and television presenter. Oh, she's professional enough, but instead of serving us up some eye candy they could have got an Italian woman who actually plays the game. Or they could have got James Richardson.

Anyway, the game was mainly remarkable for Catania eking out a 1-1 draw with Milan. It was a bit of a humiliation for them, compounding a terrible start to the season which leaves them ninth on six points from five games, eight points off leaders and local rivals Inter Milan. Which must be annoying Silivo Berlusconi, tycoon, tyrant and owner of the club. His pain is our joy.

Five minutes after the end of that game, the rugby started. This is the other World Cup on at the moment. When you add in the Cricket 20-20 World Cup which finished a week ago when India beat Pakistan in the last over of a thrilling final, it's led some commentators to suggest that there may actually have been too many World Cups on recently. I can promise you there will be none of that kind of defeatism here.

Yesterday, Ireland had to beat Argentina by seven points and score at least four tries to avoid being knocked out of the tournament. They gave it their best shot, scoring two tries, but lost 30-15. If you ask me all rugby matches should require a minimum number of tries, beause it stops them kicking the ball up and down to no apparent effect, and forces them to run with it, which after all is what the fans want to see. As a result we had a thrilling game, just like Saturday when Fiji beat Wales. It's been a good tournament for the smaller teams, although Australia will of course win.

Explanation for US readers: Rugby is a bit like American football, but not as good. In England it has the same social function as the Church used to, being the career upper class families push their dimmer sons into. And World Cups are regular events in sports played by more than one country.

So what next on this day of sport? Well ...

I read once about a research project in a remote part of Africa. They showed a Hollywood film to the people of a village who'd never seen a film before. Afterwards they quizzed them about the film, and it rapidly became clear that they had no clue what was going on in it.

I feel a bit like that whenever cycling is on. Still, if I sit down to watch sport all day I do mean all day, and sometimes you have to make the best of things. So, I can exclusively reveal that there was a race, a man called Bettini won it, and it happened in a place where some bits are flat and other bits are hilly, and the road signs are in German. Frankly, though, none of it was as entertaining as Xoorx winning the Tour de France.

After that they had the Great North Run. No-one said why, and I'm buggered if I know. It is a form of sport, and that's as much enthusiasm as you're getting from me.

And then there's three hours before we get any more sport. Really, someone should look into this. It's all very well if you've got Sky Sports, but what about the little guy? More importantly, what about me? I'm trying to have a sports Sunday here. What do you expect me to do, go out and kick a ball about myself?

When we do get some sport, it's only Match of the Day. Now this is obviously a good thing in principle, but it does fall a little flat in practice if the only Premiership fixture that day is Everton v Middlesbrough, and such was the awful case yesterday. Talk about the unspeakable in pursuit of the unedifying. Everton won 2-0 and are now in fifth place, higher than any of the other boring teams.

Which leads us to the baseball. Bye bye, English readers. I never write about it normally, because I quite like having something I like that absolutely nobody I know also likes. Today, though, it's the last day of the regular season, and for several teams everything hangs on today. Or tonight, as it's known in England. Being several hours ahead, we get baseball after midnight, with the States in the unlikely role of the Land of the Midnight Sun.

After a season 162 games long, the National League still had seven teams chasing four playoff places with one game left. It could have gone to a four way tie, but as it panned out the Mets spared us the maths by extending their implosion to the very end of the season. I'm a bit disappointed, to be honest, I was looking forward to working out the permutations.

And my tip for the World Series? My heart says the Red Sox, but the cold hand of statistics says otherwise. It's bony finger is pointing squarely at the Yankees. Boo, or something.

There's a short roundup of US soccer for cheese and biscuits, and then our eight course meal is finished. Not exactly cordon bleu all the way through, but when you consider it all came from the TV equivalent of the soup kitchen you shut up and eat the gift horse before the Greeks all jump out of it. Or whatever. Just fill in the blanks, I'm done.

And suddenly we've reached the last one. Today's task is from the August 31st entry. I have to RUN A SWOT ANALYSIS ON MY BLOG.

SWOT = Strengths Weaknesses Opportunities Threats. I know with my capitals it reads like I'm supposed to get a studious school student to assess it, but no, it's just another trick from the consultancy junior magicians kit.

Strengths: I'm top dollar on grammar, spelling and punctuation. I don't strew capitals across the whole thing for no good reason, and I don't throw in lots of barely readable fonts just because I can. Sometimes when I reread old posts I can actually make myself laugh.

I know where the good material is. The material that interests me, anyway.

I've found a voice, and when it works it really works well. I feel purged, and you apparently feel entertained.

Weaknesses: I have no sense of design. My sensibility is word-oriented rather than image-oriented. Also, I couldn't write a proper single issue blog to save my life. If it interests me, I'm likely to be indifferent to the question of whether or not it interests you. Actually, that is also a strength.

It's probably in the nature of 'Jungian shadow' blogs, but sometimes I go back over things I liked fine at the time, and realise they were shit. Sorry about those bits. Of course the bits I mean are probably the bits you liked, and the bits you hated are probably the ones I revelled in. In which case, your'e clearly wrong.

Opportunities: There's incrementally more and more of you. I'm getting over a hundred different visitors every day now. Edward Gibbon, in the Decline and Fall of Ancient Rome, often finds himself describing a historical process which happened so slowly no-one realised it was happening until it had already happened. His preferred adjective to describe this is insensible. My conquest of the cyberworld is happening insensibly, but inside a measurable amount of time everything on the Internet will be by me.

Also, science, religion and sport continue to exist. This saves me (and you) from my twisted take on real human relationships.

Threats: The other night, a friend suggested the Internet might not be eternal. To be fair he was drunk, but he should still wash his mouth out with soap. And take a picture of his rancid soapy mouth and put it on his Flickr page.

The only other threat is from my own boredom, and I'm not bored yet. Oh no.

That's the SWOT analysis, and wasn't it fun? I now have to make an action plan. My action plan is to migrate to a new blog.

This plan is fucked. I have bought a domain of my own, but my attempts to organise it have foundered. I have set it up with a front page which is an ordinary web page, leading to a Wordpress blog in the background. The front page refuses to recognise the Google Ad code I have inserted, and the Wordpress blog has just reverted to its initial setting, thus wiping the thirty or so posts I'd added. This is the second time this has happened.

My friend Sean suggested I use the Joomla content management system, but when I downloaded it I couldn't get it to install. An inspection of the Joomla help pages revealed that in order to run Joomla you have to have a webserver running Apache, and several other things I don't have.

I have used all of my relevant skills in an attempt to address this crisis, but unfortunately those skills are shouting, crying and swearing, and none of them have helped. If anyone knows a content management system that doesn't need me to own the Internet, or a theory as to why a Wordpress blog might reset itself like that, I would be pleased to hear from you.

STOP PRESS:
Psiloiordinary has tagged me. I have to name five posts that contributed to the evolution of my blog, then I tag someone else. I will do this, but after the 31 day challenge this blog is in danger of turning into a blog about itself, so I 'm going to leave it for a week. Thanks for the idea.