What happens when a bunch of media and communication types, along with other assorted malcontents, decide to give an account of their sporting efforts?
Here's the answer.
(Disclaimer: the author of this blog may be involved with aforementioned malcontents.)
Oh and if you're feeling a little frustrated with your job/career/immediate supervisor then I heartily recommend that you go here to vent.
When the All Blacks last won the World Cup I was 14 years old. At that tender age I did not have the money to buy an All Black's jersey to show my support for our national side. But I promised myself when I was 18 and the All Blacks contested the World Cup again I'd definitely buy myself a jersey after they'd lifted the trophy.
I'm now 34 and still no jersey (sigh)
But on the brighter side, in 1999 I started betting against the All Blacks once they entered the elimination stage of the tournament. When they finally win the thing at last at least I will have collected enough cash to buy a jersey - even at the over-inflated prices they charge for them these days.
