I was going to let it go. But hey! Last week there was another round of New Zealand rugby pumping up an international which we all knew was going to be a flop of a spectacle. There was all those TV interviews with the All Blacks saying the Springboks were a major threat as always – we need to be careful here – and we need to combat them there. Twaddle! And all the Sky rugby cheer girls were talking it up all the way to kick-off. It was, as it turned out, the non-event we all expected it to be.
But the stands were full and the rugby fans were duped again, so rugby was the winner.
But on the other channel, both Friday and Saturday nights, there were two wonderful sporting spectacles.
It's called the NRL, it's called the play-offs. The games were nail biters and spectacular. It's about time New Zealanders examined their blind allegiance to rugby. Instead we have to suffer all this chest beating about the All Blacks being the best team in the whole
world ever. Well the rest of the world doesn't care. And I for one will be back on the other channel this weekend watching the NRL semis. Because they promise to be another two cracker games. There, I feel better.

Dummy Half, Otumoetai.