I had premium seats for Bad Bunny Monday. Spread over the settee in front of the TV for Superbowl. But I got lost in the labyrinth that is Brookfield and I missed the show that all USA, all the world, and I, was waiting for. And I would like to blame TCC, if you don’t mind?

I thought I’d have enough time to go for a pre-game romp around the Daisy Hardwick beforehand but the track is closed at the Darragh’s Rd turnoff. For good reason, unstable land. But wish I’d known about it 4km back up the track. A sign advising: ‘Track closed at Darraghs Rd intersection’ at Maxwells Rd, or Coach Drive, might have saved a lot of time, a lot of bad language, and finger pointing.

Yes, I could’ve turned back and caught Bad Bunny. But adventurers don’t turn back, and I got lost in the twists and turns of Brookfield. What a maze. I bet people have gone in there and never been seen again. Twice I got asked if I was a local – from other track users who needed directions from a lost man. No, I didn’t have my phone. A walk is a phone-free experience. The other lost souls didn’t either, because who needs GPS to navigate the Daisy loop. I emerged, tired and grumpy, from the depths of the Amazon at the summit of Waihi Rd. My 90-minute romp had become a two-and-three-quarter-hour odyssey. I got home to Bureta and Bad Bunny was back down his burrow. The game was nine minutes into the third and the Seahawks had made carrion of the Patriots. I missed everything. In fact, NFA (No further Action) this complaint  TCC. I am over it.

I Goldmsith, Bureta