You might have noticed that I like rugby. That, to me, it’s a key to understanding the universe, and the great metaphysical conundrums of our time.
But even I think that the media coverage of the All Blacks squad for RWC2015 has got a bit ripe.
“The nation holds its breath”? Sounds a bit stupid, really. (And don’t, just don’t, get me started on the stupidity of that term ‘the nation’.)
“The most eagerly awaited test squad naming ever”? Seriously? Even the most casual commentators could get at least 28 out of 31 names correct.
It says much, much more about the parlous state of the media, and their need to grab your eyeballs than the reality of the situation.
Personally, I’m not thrilled that the team is going to be announced at Parliament. Expectation management is the name of the game for the next six weeks, and having such a formal, flag-waving piece of theatre makes it harder on the team, not easier.
I’m old enough and ugly enough to remember the fuss in 1999 when Air New Zealand painted a plane to carry the team to the Cup in the UK.
How did that go?
(And by the way, they painted the front row the wrong way around. Sheesh.)
Am I excited and worried and taut and stressed? Damn straight.
I don’t need an extra helping of stupid, thanks.