A Statement About the Rugby

Yes, the rugby. I'm sorry, but there is little else to write about at the moment (although I did go to a London Film Festival event this afternoon, but I feel it would be better to comment on the Festival as a whole at another time).

So, tomorrow England will play South Africa in the Rugby World Cup Final. It should be noted that since meeting the aforementioned Ginger in 2005, when not disparaging new, innovative franchises, he only speaks of the 2003 England World Cup victory. I also have to add that until about 2 weeks ago, I saw no evidence that England was a world-class team. At all. And then Jonny Wilkinson took the pitch.

Having been plagued by injury almost constantly since that legendary 2003 drop-goal, I had never seen him play until 3 weeks ago. His presence on the field electrified the England side-- suddenly they were better, stronger, faster, and they quickly dispensed with one of the most feared teams in the tournament (that would be the Australians. Good bye wallabies!)

At any rate, a month ago you could not have convinced ANYONE that the English would make it to the final (or that the French would beat the All Blacks, or that the two would meet in one seriously breathtaking semi-final match), but tomorrow, they have a chance at winning. Seriously.


(NOTE: This has not, repeat HAS NOT turned into a sports column. I just needed to state my case. Thank you.)

And a shout out to Josh Lewsey, second only to Jonny in hotness, who scored that INSANE try in the first 2 minutes of the France match, but who will be on the bench due to injury. We will miss you.