Nash Army! Nash Army!

It's come as quite a coincidence; the NBA's all-star pin-up, Steve Nash, has expressed a potential interest in buying Spurs. (I can't help thinking he'll be put off by the abominable action of their board of directors in recent weeks.) Only a fortnight ago I met Mr Nash in the corridor of the athletics department at my university. Apparently, the team he plays for, the Phoenix Suns, have identified the University of Arizona as their official off-site headquarters. He was a much smaller man than you'd imagine, considering he's a basketball player (an inch or so shorter than myself at 6'2"), but he can supposedly jump like a jack, so who am I to comment? Perhaps, given the new information about the value of sterling versus the falling dollar, he's a wise man to look at Britain, rebelling against all-too secular America. This serves as a kind reminder that, although he doesn't have the dough to buy the club outright, it's not only Premiership footballers who live the high-life amid a highly consumerised sport.