The Rugby Roundtable

The TAB gets a punching like it took from the Horrorcanes on Saturday night. You know that Staf and I are great mates, but nothing (and I mean very little in this world) makes my belly rumble with the hehe’s like when Staf’s copped a late try to empty the pockets of his noble employer!

Ha! You beauty!

There was a ton of footy across the weekend and I was into it neck deep, true I was in Palmerston North for the weekend; this should come as a bit of a surprise to those who know me well, which in itself proved to be a ‘good’ thing. Why good has been put in quotation marks is actually beyond me, but I think you get the idea.

Still as part of the Practical Coaching Course run by the International Rugby Academy of New Zealand, I was in this rather flat dodgy world for three days.

Much to my surprise I didn’t see one Mk4 Cortina with two-toned poo-brown paint and vinyl roof, but I did encounter two rather in-effectual and possibly malnourished officers of the Palmerston North constabulary. There’s more to that story.

However ‘Palmy’ was an eye opener and one of the interesting things about that town is that the women of Palmy prefer to wear dresses when they head out. I know this is a rugby blog and I am going to keep it that way, but I like the dress idea, undressed would be a quantum leap, but I’ll take any small win I can get my hands on.

Still the fair city of Palmy Nth, was my home and I was there for the great game and to undertand more the mind and musings of the ‘coach’ (there’s those marks again). It was with the other course participants that I sat and viewed the struggle between the Brumberrys and the ‘Canes, and it was with them that I erupted when the gold number eight was worked into the clear and dotted to take the latest of wins.

Being the Jedi, I felt a stir within the force and realised that the try had more than upset the proverbial ‘apple cart’, that try had quite possibly relieved Staf of some rather large wedge and it wasn’t until I saw him in the pub on Tuesday evening that I found out the total damage.

A staisfying outcome all round and we beat the Australians too.

So in closing, I love it when the punters get lucky (even late) and when the ladies wear dresses.

Which means that Lady Luck must hot!