Growing up as I did, 'football' meant a game somewhat different than what your average Texican thought of.
After we moved to the States, rugby and I parted ways. Everyone else seemed to think that 'rugby' was an obsolete game last played by veddy prim Englishmen back in the 1800's.
I forgot about the game until the 2000 Presidential election.
I was turning through the paper when I saw a picture of a very young George W. Bush carrying the ball and fending off a determined tackle by way of judicious use of an uppercut.
The accompaning article was a breathless screed announcing that this was a clear example of the moral turpitude of the candidate.
Obviously, the article had been written by someone who had never played rugby, didn't know rugby, and had never asked genuine rugby player their thoughts on the subject.
Anyhoo, this ever-so-brief manure storm reignited my interest in the game and I was thoroughly delighted to learn that by way of DirectTeeVee, I could catch one or two games a year.
Then I stumbled across the New Zealand All Blacks.
Contrary puss that I am, the team name guaranteed that I'd be rooting for them.
Can you imagine the number of apopletic fits and righteous indignation in the NFL?
"Ladies and gentlemen ... now taking the field -- the Detroit All Blacks!"
Heh. Cranial aneurysms would be going off like popcorn.
My delight in the All Blacks was furthered when I discovered the haka.
"Haka" is described as a native Maori dance, performed to express passion, vigour and identity. It is of "ethnically high importance" in "welcoming and entertainment".
Horsefeathers. It's a war dance.
Anyhoo, I was watching some old tapes and I came across this ad -- involving the All Blacks and their haka -- which caused me to blow half a mug of Earl Grey tea through my sinuses.
Forty-five minutes of going through YouTube to find it, but it was worth the search.
I don't know if this will tickle anyone else's funny-bone as hard as it did mine, but I guess we'll find out.