Before the rugby some personal information...
My wife Megan and I are expecting twins in November/December. We have called them (for the mean time) Pebbles and Bambam. We don't know their gender yet and are going to keep it a surprise.
My wonderful cousin Cameron is partnered up with a gorgeous but formidable woman Juanita. She hails from the Waikato and is the wisest Rugby commentator I have ever met. They have a beautiful boy Cormac who is my second cousin. He has just turned two.
Juanita sent me an email encouraging me to make the most of my sabbatical rugby watching. It is so impressive I must share it with a wider audience.
Consider your future rugby watching experience:
The haka is done - fierce as ever - you crack open that beer (or woody -whatever) and put your feet up. Crying noises from the babies' room - you are sure that a 2 minute pat and shoosh will do the trick.
20 minutes later you emerge - 13 - 8 to the ABs - you have no idea what happened. Never mind you My Skyed it (didn't you? Oh crap!) Back in your Eames and feet up - the Boks are on attack and looking threatening - scrum 5 metres out - Piri screaming at the troops - this is more like it. More screaming - not from Piri.
Desperate not to miss anything - you race in, chuck a bub under each arm and run back to the lounge. Scrum being reset for the third time -phew. But there's only 28 men on the field - you have no idea what happened. The ear-splitting crying doesn't matter - the No 8 clears from the back - centre tries to bust up the middle nowhere to go - ball dies in there somewhere - scrum.
Suddenly Bam Bam - tummy upset by the rugby hold you have him/her in, throws up all over Pebbles. You clean them up - fast as poss. Halftime score 20 - 13 to the Boks - you have no idea what happened.
55th minute - finally the ABs have some decent field position and quick turnover - magic offload from Kahui to Dagg and ... shit Pebbles is choking on a Burger Ring! You deal with it - reminder to self to keep snacks out of reach. 20 all - you have no idea what happened.
75th minute - tension is building - Carter misses 2 penalties in a row, and the Japies a drop-goal. Engrossed, you have failed to notice that Pebbles has had his/her hands down nappy and is now smearing the contents all over Bam Bam.
You deal with it at pace and return. Fulltime. Ted's being interviewed and he doesn't look happy - but then, he never does. You have no idea what happened.
Blog that
Why Cam hasn't yet married this marvellous specimen of a woman is beyond me.
To the Rugby, I'll keep it brief. Scotland v Georgia should be a whitewash 7th ranked team vs 15th ranked team.
Only no one told Georgia. They come to Invercargill dressed like England and do an amazing impression of their, big, bolschy, forward-dominated 10 man game. So much so that they score first with a monster penalty at 16mins to Kvirikashvili. Georgia lead the game briefly 3-0.
But he who lives by the sword dies by the sword and Scotland answer this kicking game with something better. Dan Parks slots 2 penalties and a drop goal in the first half. At the break Scotland lead 9-3.
Both teams try their hand to spread the ball at times, but the conditions and poor execution conspire to deprive the crowd of any tries in a dour night. The 10 000 punters see an arm wrestle and nothing more.
Scotland end up winning 15-6 in the poorest match of the World Cup so far. The "highlight" the first Georgian penalty; a kick of about 45 meters. Parks and Kvirikashvili are the only players to get anywhere near the score sheet.
11 games 54 tries.
Tweet of the match - "I put a fiver on <6 tries in Scotland/Georgia game. I kind of expected there to be at LEAST 1 or 2, however. That was easy money" @freezingkiwis
His windfall of $2.40 not worthy compensation for putting up with this dreadful 80 minutes.
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