Rainy day Jogi

Singin’ in the Rain

Safe inside, toasty warm, while water pitter-patters on the roof… describe your perfect, rainy afternoon.

My perfect rainy afternoon would look something like this. A Sunday afternoon, two Bundesliga games on TV, two not three, not a 2.Bundesliga game too. And not just because I don’t like getting up early on Sundays, no, it’s because in the past five weeks Freiburg have played on Sunday four times. They drew, won, lost and then drew again. And in that month they also got knocked out of the DFB Pokal, and Mensur Mujdza scored an own goal against Eintracht Braunschweig which kicked off their fight back. So I’m glad the month of Sunday’s has come to an end.

But to get back to the point, my perfect rainy afternoon, like I said two Bundesliga games, than a break for reading until Sportschau and then Tagesthemen to get a little bit of extra footage. No stress, no people, just football, books and the wonderful sound of the rain outside. All whilst wrapped up in my wonderfully soft and warm Freiburg blanket with my mascot. And some time to dream about rainy day Jogi of course. This brings me to what I really want to write about, a new Jogi chapter.

Lying here with Jogi wrapped in his arms Hansi thinks he couldn’t be happier. He’s wrong, there is one small thing which can make him just that little bit happier. Lying here he can’t think of anything but Jogi, he certainly can’t focus on the game he’s meant to be watching with him. He stopped trying to pay attention long ago. All he can think of is Jogi here in his arms, of running his fingers through his hair. Listening to the rain outside Hansi thinks about the one thing that could make this perfect situation even more perfect. Hansi used to hate the rain, especially when he had to go out and play in it. But ever since last summer he loves the rain almost as much as he does Jogi. For now the rain conjures up most pleasant images and feelings. It no longer puts in his mind the miserable memories of the times he had to play in such weather. Now it makes him think of last summer, of how irresistible Jogi looked in his wet navy blue shirt, the way it stuck to him, his hair all slicked back and best of all, that adorable lost look on his face.

Just what caused him to look so lost Hansi never got to find out. Whether it was because he’d remembered it was raining, or if he’d realised what he’d let happen to his shirt or he was annoyed at realising he was going to need to change his shirt, Hansi didn’t know. It didn’t matter, nothing could take that memory away from him. Nothing could take away the memory of his rainy day Jogi.

Thinking back to that day Hansi recalled what took place after the final whistle. Of him going to hug Jogi as usual and finding himself being pushed away almost. Because whilst Jogi had changed shirts at half-time, taking off his navy button down shirt and exchanging it for a polo-shirt of the same colour, it had been for nothing. Because much to Hansi’s pleasure he’d done exactly the same as the first half, he’d once more completely forgotten about the rain and had proceeded to get this shirt just as wet as the previous one. Thus when it came to the final whistle Jogi was initially reluctant to hug Hansi, he didn’t want to ruin his shirt too. Hansi had firmly put him straight on this count, he wasn’t going to miss out on his special Jogi hug for anything. Not when the next one could be the last.

Remembering this very special hug, of how he hadn’t wanted to let go him, Hansi could not help show how content he is just this second. The contented sigh unfortunately for him did not go unnoticed by Jogi. It seems he’s not entirely focused on the game either.

“What are you thinking about Hansi?”

“What I’m almost always thinking about, you.”

“And just what exactly makes my Hansi so happy?”

“Rainy day Jogi.”

“Hansi, I love you more than anything else in the world, even more than Freiburg but I’m not ruining another shirt for you. Not this year anyway. You’ve had your quota of “rainy day Jogi” for this year.”

“So I get more next year?”

“You do, it’s our summer tradition now. But it is a one time event. If you get it all the time, it won’t be so special.”

“You’re wrong there Jogi, you’re always special.”

“You’re still not getting what you want Hansi, keep dreaming.”

“I will Jogi, I most definitely will.”

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