I am supposed to somehow be impressed with a
slo-mo replay excess of ‘Boks tries scored in the
match against USA; yeah, there were a few, with
64 - 0 being the final score - but Bryan Habana’s
theatrics effectively put me off more than having
to watch Charlie Sheen being unforgivably what
he is; gee Bryan - take a look at how adolescent
you were, and get back on the planet, quickly
Maybe it’s relief after a deserved Japanese slap
to the teeth caused deep-seated anxiety - fears
that turned into a manic bravado, but make less
sense in bigger schemes of things; and there’re
more trials to endure yet, so lauding an obvious
trashing doesn’t get to ring the right bells
But then we are probably seeing different ends -
reputations gelled out of the pool games - which
means there’s more at stake than a simple view
equating to expectations - what it tells us is that
it isn’t over until the last whistle; & so I suppose
it makes sense to celebrate while you can …
© 15 October 2015, I. D. Carswell
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