I seem to vaguely remember hearing in the last couple of days that John Key was calling for people to support the RWC (and his reelection campaign). I could be mistaken because I can’t find it or alternatively that news item has sunk like the expected number of people employed on the cycleway. But I figured I should show my support for the event.
The only problem is that I really don’t have a lot of support to offer, in fact I have a lot of anti-support.
When I was a kid, I played almost every game that was prevalent at the time – including club rugby. But that was something that I did because of the pleasure of doing it, and because my parents appreciated the effects on my growth. I stopped when I was able to do more interesting things like university, being in the army, work, and generally being a adult.
But I’m afraid I’ve never quite grasped the point of having lard-arses who are not playing sitting around squealing with vicarious childish excitement as other people do all of the work. Mostly I look at them and wonder if the supporters are just having a new age moment. Does assiduously watching others exerting effort will somehow transfer its effects to themselves?
Certainly this appears to be the main focus of advertisers where they seem to suggest that I will get the body odor effects of hard exercise from the All Blacks? It doesn’t seem to work for me. I get those effects when I exercise myself rather than having the All Blacks do it for me. When I just sit around watching TV or sitting at a event, I usually just put on weight.
Sure I realize that it is entertainment rather than being anything more serious, but it is also particularly dumb entertainment. And then there are real world effects of others obsessions that I can’t flick off with the remote..
The main thing I notice about the Rugby World Cup is that has been intruding into my life in a noisy and irritating way. It feels rather like having some religious crazy trying to sell me on faith in a book that I’d already read before they were born.
Moreover, Eden park is just over the gully from home, so we’ve been living with the effects of the traffic and construction activity for a while. But in Auckland that is almost background noise. What is annoying are the supporters whose minds have clearly never been exercised by the sport, but whose mouths clearly get far too much exercise – both imbuing and yabbering idiotically at high volumes.
Unfortunately I also live just down from some of the entertainment in Ponsonby and we’re already having the drunken arguments outside the house at 2am about the respective teams. It is a change from the occasional soap operas as boy postures for girl that is our other early morning fare. But at least that is interesting as a soap. Sports commentary by drunks isn’t. I’m expecting to have far more of this both outside my home and from the morons called sports commentators in the media.
So I offer no support for the RWC, and I hope that the damn thing is over sooner rather than later.
But getting to the point of the post. This comedic opinion provided by the Dead Cat Bounce has been the most interesting thing that I’ve seen about rugby in decades.