Yes, the Winter Olympics are over and I barely (except for the justified community outcry over McGuire and Molloy's homophobia) even noticed it was happening. That's not to say I wasn't interested - I just never watched any apart from the occasional news bulletin. But, for those of you who are feeling bereft, at a loose end, unsure of what game to watch next, have a peruse of the sport section (right next to the humour section which I think is funny) in the shop.

Andre Agassi's autobiography Open is a fabulous insight in what it takes to become a tennis champion and what it takes to stay at the top. He tells all there is to tell - the bad and the good - about growing up with a great ability to return those balls over the net.

Cadel Evans is one of my favourite athletes. I have no idea why. Except perhaps for the French Alps. Maybe that's what it is - his ability to train, pursue and stay throughout that whole Tour De France and still be charming at the end. His biography, written with Rob Arnold, is called Close To Flying, and while it is somewhat uneven, for insight into what it takes to ride the Tour de France, it is fascinating.

I can never tell if the cricket season is starting or finishing but Gideon Haigh, that master of so many subjects with so much eloquence, insight and passion, does. He is a cricket historian (and nut) but his latest cricket book Vincibles: A Suburban Cricket Season is something quite different. He isn't looking at the history, the legacy of captains, the best grounds, the scores, the ducks - he is looking at himself and his own suburban cricket team, The Yarras. Funny and heartwarming it may just make you want to start up a game in the street.

Of course, while you are out in the street, skateboarding may be your preferred sport. Is it a sport I wonder - or a pastime? Is it ever going to be in the Olympics? If tobogganing is why not skateboarding? Particularly, if the IOOC really are considering pole dancing... For your complete starter kit, try Corbin Harris' Ultimate Guide to Skateboarding and for fans, the book includes some incredible photos.

And just so you know, I have taken up jogging. My style though is more like a 'jalk' or even a 'wog', if you know what I mean. But, armed with 50 Marathons 50 Days: The Secret to Super Endurance I am going to build my stamina, my lungs and my legs. Can't wait. And to keep me motivated, I always think of this:

Jack: What are your legs?

Archy Hamilton: Springs. Steel springs.

Jack: What are they going to do?

Archy Hamilton: Hurl me down the track.

Jack: How fast can you run?

Archy Hamilton: As fast as a leopard.

Jack: How fast are you going to run?

Archy Hamilton: As fast as a leopard.

Jack: Then lets see you do it.

Remember that? And then Jean Michel Jarre's track Oxygène starts playing in my head. Yes, the quote is from Gallipoli. And now I am not in sport but war. Are they intricately linked?