I say, vote for Teh Dropkicks.
If this Christie interloper wins we're staging a protest.
There was some talk of RB buying we Dropkicks a beer on Saturday night...
But to be frank, if the Dropkicks had to chose between a beer with us, and dinner and movie with our (respective) darlings?
There wouldn't be a Dropkick in sight!
the days when people were just genuinely bloody excited about a rugby tour
That was our premise. These days there's just so, much, bloody, rugby.
It's actually, forgive me for saying it, becoming a little boring.
A tour would be like the circus coming to town! Remember how great that used to be!
The money can flow from TV rights. Happy crowds make for good TV.
I hate to say it, but with one All Black in the slammer, a few AWOL, and the remainder emotional wrecks, a PAS women's 15 would probably bring home a healthy win.
Saturday night, lads?
Hmmm... Someone keeps sending us this whisky you see. The trouble is that it's delicious, and we keep drinking it.
This past Tuesday one of the Dropkicks was woken by his partner, who found him sleeping in their garden, at 9pm.
Pending forgiveness, you've got a deal.
And, knowing it was actually the Devil in the numbers is not making us feel better.
But there really was such a lot of hubris being spun about the ABs' chances.
Not from us there wasn't.
Oh, and England has fought a war with every team in the Semis.
There's a fact you never thought would have relevance!
There is only one person to blame for the loss.
Carl Hayman, or, whomever made him shave his beard.
"Divine retribution" people... "Divine retribution".
And guess which excellent blogueur they're talking about?
It's not that bloody Kiwiblog is it?