She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine. | Friday, May 19, 2006 |
The Super 14's come to a climax next weekend, and one of the two semi-finals have been resolved already.
In a repeat of last weekends match that we saw in the flesh, the Hurricanes (Wellington) met the Waratahs (NSW) though in Wellington this time. Much like last weekend the result went to those cheating Hurricanes who are clearly in cahoots with Jonathan Caplan, a Safa ref who clearly can't tell his hairy afrikaans elbow from his ass.
Unlike last weekend though, this was an electic game with a change of leadership 3 minutes before full-time and a close, close score.
Rugby is stangely showy; there are fireworks at the start, cheerleaders put in an appearance (though for some reason the cameras don't seem linger on them unless it's cold), and at every key stage in the game someone in the bowels of whatever stadium breaks out a music sample to play.
Sometimes it's Queen, or Blur, or any one of a number of climatic breaks that you will be familiar with, and who ever was pushing the buttons tonight clearly had a sense of humour.
Last weekend (or just before), one of the Waratahs players, Wendell Sailor was suspended following a positive drugs test. Naturally, the team are saying supportive things, but he's been downbeat and closed mouth on the subject. Fire following smoke suggests that there may indeed be something in it.
Scuttlebut has it that the banned substance was that described by Eric Clapton, and this was the song that the stadium controller in Wellington broke out. I wish the 'tahs had won, but it will be nice for the Hurricanes to have their first shot at a super 1x title (12's last year, 14's this year reflecting the number of teams playing), and it's also not a repeat of the '05 final which really was the expectation.
Frankly, tomorrows game should be a whitewash and the Crusaders are likely to roll over the Bulls as though they weren't there, but there's still a chance of a tectonic upset. We're off out to see a comedy thing tomorrow night, but we're heading off early to watch the Cantebury boys knock the stuffing out of the Safas.
Unless of course, they dont.
In the event of a Wellington/Cantebury final, I'll be lynched if I don't shout and carry on in support of the yellow peril 'canes, despite the fact that Cantebury makes my favourite NZ beer, CD (Cantebury Draft). I may have to listen in disguise.
In a repeat of last weekends match that we saw in the flesh, the Hurricanes (Wellington) met the Waratahs (NSW) though in Wellington this time. Much like last weekend the result went to those cheating Hurricanes who are clearly in cahoots with Jonathan Caplan, a Safa ref who clearly can't tell his hairy afrikaans elbow from his ass.
Unlike last weekend though, this was an electic game with a change of leadership 3 minutes before full-time and a close, close score.
Rugby is stangely showy; there are fireworks at the start, cheerleaders put in an appearance (though for some reason the cameras don't seem linger on them unless it's cold), and at every key stage in the game someone in the bowels of whatever stadium breaks out a music sample to play.
Sometimes it's Queen, or Blur, or any one of a number of climatic breaks that you will be familiar with, and who ever was pushing the buttons tonight clearly had a sense of humour.
Last weekend (or just before), one of the Waratahs players, Wendell Sailor was suspended following a positive drugs test. Naturally, the team are saying supportive things, but he's been downbeat and closed mouth on the subject. Fire following smoke suggests that there may indeed be something in it.
Scuttlebut has it that the banned substance was that described by Eric Clapton, and this was the song that the stadium controller in Wellington broke out. I wish the 'tahs had won, but it will be nice for the Hurricanes to have their first shot at a super 1x title (12's last year, 14's this year reflecting the number of teams playing), and it's also not a repeat of the '05 final which really was the expectation.
Frankly, tomorrows game should be a whitewash and the Crusaders are likely to roll over the Bulls as though they weren't there, but there's still a chance of a tectonic upset. We're off out to see a comedy thing tomorrow night, but we're heading off early to watch the Cantebury boys knock the stuffing out of the Safas.
Unless of course, they dont.
In the event of a Wellington/Cantebury final, I'll be lynched if I don't shout and carry on in support of the yellow peril 'canes, despite the fact that Cantebury makes my favourite NZ beer, CD (Cantebury Draft). I may have to listen in disguise.
