Can we please have weeks of intense outraged Rugby frame-by-frame navel-gazing headlines screaming at injustice of a draw for a game barely anyone else on the planet plays?
As a very young and juvenile country, New Zealand has all the cultural maturity of a can of day old Coke. Rugby dominates our sense of identity like a jealous tyrant. This myopic focus allows Kiwi’s to distract themselves to the point of outright denial over the numerous social ills currently rotting our society.
