I had the misfortune last night to watch some rugby (well I think it was rugby) while eating dinner.
How I managed to keep the food down still surprises me.
What I saw was two groups of players, one group wearing two-tone pink, the other dark blue with yellow and sh*t-brown (after a VERY hard night) highlights.
The fellow who was carried off just as I started to watch looked strangely familiar.
After watching a bit I wondered if he was simply broken-hearted at the play of his compatriots.
I have never seen 31 (32 if you count the carried off fellow)such clueless, direction-less and inept men performing - anywhere - ever.
That TV shows this rubbish in prime time surprises me (although I admit not a lot).
What amazed me though was that a crowd that appeared to be in the high hundreds watched this crap without invading the pitch and showing the pathetic bastards how to f**king do it.
Some were even shown jumping around, cheering (although I suspect this might have been added file footage from some gay mardi gras given the dress and make-up displayed)
In today's world it appears people will watch any old rubbish.
I wonder how long it will be before some bright bastard will come up with a game that is a cross between tippenny runs, baseball and french cricket, pretends it is a true sport and markets it as the new, exciting way forward.
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