“My sport is better than your sport…”
So goes the playground-style oneup[person]ship on social media and at braais and even occasionally at the Molton Brown Curry Club.
I don’t usually get involved.
My sport is football, and I understand that it might not be everyone’s cup of tea. Additionally, I also recognise that football has its faults. I’ve been telling the authorities how to sort them out for years and years. Thankfully, it looks like they’ve finally begun to listen.
Finally, some progress being made to make football less laughable.
Meanwhile in rugby (so often the sporting bastion of the anti-footy pisstakers) they’re heading the other way.
Yep – next time some egg-chaser has a pop at my favourite sport, I might just bite back by showing them this… this… utter mess.
That’s the final Super 18 table for this season, and beagle-eyed readers will not amusing little cameos like the fourth placed Brumbies having 34 points and the fifth placed Hurricanes having 58.
That’s really not how leagues should work.
At least football is working to stamp out its problems. Local rugby bosses are compounding and exacerbating their troubles and generally trashing their sport, season by season.
It’s both sad and hilarious to watch (which is something that fewer and fewer fans are doing, unsurprisingly).
Schadenfreude isn’t just a river in Egypt.