Part 1: Dontcha hate that.
Sarth Effy have lions, crocodiles, leopards, cheetahs, and all manner of nasty, noxious, bighty, slithering and slavering beasties.
So, in looking for an imposing monicker for their international sports sides, what do they do? Something to terrify the opposition? Maybe they thought of:
The Lethal Lions?
The Horrible Hyenas?
The Mother Mauling Spitting and Sledging Mambas?
The Flesh Tearing, People Eating, Baby Chomping, Mighty Meer Kats?
They went for the jugular. Something really vicious. Something really, really, really horrid. Something so scary it caused fat fans to tackle umpires. They called their rugby side the Springboks and their cricket side the Proteas. What is a Protea anyway? No matter.
Whichever way you look at it, they both sound like blouse wearing, tofu eating, camomile drinking, street marching, panty waist beasts of breakfast. They'd be better off calling themselves The Gnu's or The Pink Arsed Gibbons. Just leave The Zebras alone.
That eventually ties me to a point. Of sorts.
Yesterday as I wrote a post I watched a replay of Sunday night's game. I'd tuned in fairly late and then had to go out just as the game ended. (Psst! Have they changed the end of innings runs rule?) When I got down to the
pub temperance meeting I kept a sly eye on the telly in the corner. It was there I saw Mark Boucher put down My Boy Flummo.
My first thought was, "How blog-worthy is that?!?". Oddly enough my second thought was, "How blog-worthy's that?!?". However, I didn't blog it! I really am an excedingly hard working and responsible member of Victoria's educational establishment. As such I went home and to bed as soon as I'd indulged in a reasonable number of Grape Juices.
I wanted to be the first blogger to jump all over the Herscelle Gibbs/Mark Boucher connection. Let's face it. Sarfy have a magnificent ability to blow a chance. Something along the lines of, "You just dropped the world cup Bouch" came to mind.
BUT! I was scooped by another Melbourne Blogger! Stole my thunder, they did!
In keeping with my pledge to transform this into a family friendly blog. Bum!
Part 2: The Yarpie attack is crap!
Part 3: Apparently the Protea is a flower. Surprise! Surprise!