If it was in the afternoon, we would have started a fire about an hour early. We would have talked about the event that was due to start. Some would’ve argued, others would’ve talk about the meat, the marinate, the weather. But we’d all be worried and, of course, hopeful.
We’d open a few beers and have some biltong. Some of the okes would’ve started making jokes about others’ choice of brand. But it’ll be all just for fun.
Then we’d listen to the experts as they talk – and we’d brand them as hasbeen, wannabees, but still listen and agree with what they say.
Then we’d be glued to the screen for almost two hours – shouting, screaming even, and coming within an inche of a heart attack. I would’ve personally smoked double the amount of cigarettes I normally do.
That’s the lekkerte of a “normal” rugby world cup. Unfortunately, we don’t have that this year. We have to wake up, get some coffee going and sit alone and watch the game. Don’t get too excited, because loud screaming will wake up the baby.
And beer is out at that time of the morning – unless you’re an alcoholic or a badass babelas from the night before. I don’t know about you, but a rugby match without a cold one, just isn’t the same.
So what to do? Could record it on the PVR, invite some bro’s and watch the match at a decent hour. But then, how to avoid being told the score by some or the other idiot?
Because rowdy celebrations by the neighbours will tell you who scored. And facebook friends will vent their disappointment or celebrate their excitement.
Nah, don’t see a way out of this one – back to waking up and watching the game alone with some coffee and biscuit.
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