To the next four years...
Three
weeks later and I found myself wanting to wake up at some ungodly
hour to watch the games again from last weekend. It's barely
believable that 4 years of waiting and anticipating as we watched the
team develop and players struggle through an overall disappointing
Super season (well...if you're a Hurricanes fan, that is) and then a
Tri-Nations season which made me shudder to think of what the RWC
final could look like. New Zealand possibly losing to Australia in
the final? Could a Quade Cooper overcome being the Public Enemy #1
and turn France from being our very own pet monkey into himself. A
new monkey – named Quade.
And
then me...do I cheer for Canada? I am Canadian – we are supposed to
cheer for them...right? I still have a bitter taste in my mouth from
my days and brief encounters with the beast called Rugby Canada. I
realize that all sports have their politics...the two are as married
as sport-enhancing drugs and baseball. I suppose the disease of
politics runs deeper than just Rugby Canada – it's sport funding in
Canada altogether. But I don't want to jump on that soap box. We
don't have the time...well, you don't. I'm sitting in an airport with
a three hour lay-over. If I get bored enough – we'll see where that
leads. Back to Rugby Canada and it's nasty
birthmark...money/funds/men ruling the roost. Man this drives me
nuts. After about 3 years of playing twister with Rugby Canada in my
mid-twenties I found myself with a very bitter taste in my mouth. As
I said – this isn't just a rugby problem but it was my experience
and by golly – this is my soapbox. As women, we were required to
pay to play. That was
actually the policy's name. Do you know where the money went when we
paid to be a part of our national training camps and resident
training camps (and provincial teams, and tours, and...)? It went to
the men. Who were paid to play. They were paid to play on the
Superteams (not really relevant now as they've made those into
development teams. But the Wolfpack and the Bears get money). So I
got this bitter taste in my mouth that I could never shake. Things
are better now – women who are carded (short-listed athletes) get
money but they still have to pay to go on tours and training
camps...that's what the carded money is for (oh and to paid for gym
memberships). Forget equality for a second...doesn't it make our
Canadian rugby teams look even better when the woman haven't been
ranked LESS than 5th
in the world and our men came dangerously close (and if weren't for
an inconsistent and lucky France – they would have succeeded) to
automatically qualifying for the next world cup with a 12th
place ranking.
Bad
taste. How do I support Rugby Canada when I know first-hand how it
treats it's athletes and then so freely serves up criticism when they
don't achieve what we think they should. What do our hockey players
get? What do our Olympic athletes get? Probably not earth-shakingly
more. And coudos to TSN for televising nearly all of the games. But
please, please, PLEASE toss the dude with the accent and the analyst.
Gareth Rees was the only one with any sense of good commentary. So
what, the analyst predicted the final two teams...week by week he
certainly wasn't saying that. He's as bad as the Aussies. Was he even
watching the games?
I
definitely felt more Kiwi than Canadian when the World Cup started.
And that's ridiculous because I maybe only have a shred of Kiwi in me
and that's atleast one times removed. But boy oh boy, those Canucks
made me a believer. From the first game – I couldn't take my eyes
off the boys in black and red. Paddy – who I have met and have
played rugby with his fiance at Burnaby Lake, was stellar (well,
maybe not his throwing but we're going to stay away from that soapbox
too). Adam Kleeberger is now a name and a beard that will be
remembered for years to come, and they will be a squad to watch.
Especially that 16 year old. It would be super next time around if we
could crack that number 12 position but that's just assuming Rugby
Canada doesn't treat their coach this year like Sluggo was treated.
I
think I can speak about the final now. I could barely watch it...are
you kidding me? I set my PVR and watched it two hours later (some of
us have to work on Sundays) and cheated at 60 minutes when I could
not bare to watch 8-7 and the time clock tick down. I checked my
phone. The first message was from a friend...”I'm going to be
sick”. My heart stopped beating. She had sent it around the time
that the game would have ended. Then I checked twitter. The second
time my heart stopped was RuggerBlogger saying that Stephen Donald
had kicked to win the world cup. Phew. But that didn't change
anything. I still couldn't watch the last 20 sitting down. Somehow
knowing the outcome was not a big enough comfort. I could have
imagined being there at Eden Park – not for the 80 and certainly
not for the after-party.
There
was some criticism for New Zealand and our mighty Richie McCaw (and
Ted) for not acknowledging France and the fight they put up.
Bollocks. Here : Good job France. Thanks for playing big
when it counted and playing like crap when it didn't. We really
appreciate the rollercoaster ride. It makes for epic finals and
better payouts.
Well,
that's it for the RWC 2011. I shall promise that I won't utter
another word on the matter. Okay – so that's a big fat lie. But I
promise not to write an ENTIRE post on the matter. Does that count?
Maybe. I feel as though this post is a little too late but these last
few weeks have been quite blurry and I have a ton of upcoming posts
about Florida coming up. It's been fun and for the last time, thank
you All Blacks for giving us good dreams for the next 4 years.
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