Mid-afternoon on a Friday full of rain,
Curled in an office chair; heart full of pain.
The usual plans are nowhere in sight.
Why the hell is there no rugby tonight?
My morale has dropped; my work ethic is low.
What shall I watch? Where shall I go?
The pleasure of consuming chips and cider,
Will be filled with guilt, as my frown grows wider.
No sign of flashy plays or backhanded flicks,
On the plus side – I won’t see dodgy box-kicks!
I won’t see a scrum or lineout assemble;
Just thinking about it makes my lips start to tremble.
From the Kings to the Crusaders, I’ll miss them all.
I need to find a substitute for that perfect, oval ball.
Will I call up my friends or go out and hit the city?
No Test or Super Rugby – oh what a pity!
I guess I know about a party I could probably attend
A perfect little distraction as my heart starts to mend
Wait, I have a recording of a game from last week!
I’ve watched it four times, but this situation is bleak.
Channel 502 might even show an old Bledisloe Cup
But will this satiate my rugby cravings… nup!
No, I need something else, a game new and shiny
Surely I’m not the only fan being this whiney
I need to stop writing; my boss is around
I’ll miss you rugby – see you next round.
Chinmay Hejmadi
Roar Guru
This was brilliant. The week off seems to be messing with all of our minds.
Armand van Zyl
Roar Guru
This brought a tear to my eye... Allow me to contribute: From Friday to Sunday, my time is free But from channel to channel, what rugby is there to see? I wish I could watch mauls and breakdowns every day to see those bodies twist and sway. The heart is heavy and the mind is weak, the powers that be; give me what I seek. All I know is that the beer is cold what happened to the weeks of old? I seek that sport that speaks to my soul for better or worse, my soul was sold. But hindsight demands that the truth be told I want to see those exciting tests unfold. The Springboks, the Wallabies and the All Blacks, those teams I watch with a stack of snacks. I suppose I should resign myself to the facts, Like those aspects that my Stormers lack. Perhaps it's providence; perhaps it's fate by the time it's back it will be too late. I know — it was terrible. Reading it surely makes you tremble. But at least I contributed; even if it gets me booted. Thanks for the article, mate.