If Super Rugby was a person it would march into your house, punch you in the liver and then have sex with your mother whilst looking your dad right in the eyes. That’s just how Super Rugby is and if you don’t fancy it then don’t read this round up. Let’s roll.
Over in New Zealand (you may recognise it as the island featured in father Ted), the Hurricanes and the Blues went mano e mano with Blues running out 17-11 winners. Both teams only scored one try each in this one as it proved to be not as good of a game as it promised to be. Only one other game played in Middle Earth this week the Chiefs finally scraping a victory against the Highlanders to the tune of 20-7. Chiefs flank Liam Messam was inspirational again this week; carrying strong and tackling like what I imagine a hungry ass bear would tackle like. A well muscled Maori bear that is.
Meanwhile in Oz, the Reds beat the Rebels 33-18. This result was as inevitable as Charlie Sheen’s future death in a Mexican brothel due to a coke induced heart attack. The Reds are flying high and the Rebels are Super Rugby newbies. No shock here I’m afraid. I’m just gonna reiterate my hatred for Quade “dapper Dan” Cooper; I hate you Quade Cooper. In the other game played in the worlds biggest floating prison (Australia to you and me), The Waratahs trumped the Force 20-15. The margins of losses are getting smaller and smaller for the Force; the little Aussie rugby franchise that could. Seriously though they gonna embarrass some folks before this season is finished. Mark my words. MARK THEM DAMMIT!
The Cheetahs went all killswitch engage on the Lions last Friday winning 53-19. The Cheetahs are a breath of fresh air. They can’t tackle and they don’t care. All these chaps wanna do is throw the ball around and score some tries.
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It’s pretty devil may care stuff but why should the Devil care anyhow? The Cheetahs sure as fuck don’t. The game of the weekend was played between the Crusaders and the Stormers in Cape Town. It was test match stuff with the ‘Saders winning a tight contest 20-14. The game had everything. Dissallowed tries, big hits, great hands, tries. You name it the game had it. Great, great stuff. The final game of Round 12 was a handy 34-16 victory for the Sharks over the Brumbies. Things learnt from this came: Willem Alberts runs harder than a rage filled elephant, the Brumbies are a ship with no direction and I like cheesecake.
I could write something witty or succinct here but I’d rather promote myself:
http://pineapplemisadventures.wordpress.com/ . That is my blog, it is what I do when I’m not insulting New Zealand, taming Gorillas or flower arranging. SEE YOU NEXT WEEK.
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