Rugby World Cup Fever
New Zealand has (sort of) gone insane. It’s all about some world cup thingy. It’s golden, and looks like a trophy. Some big deal in a country that is rugby mad.
I watched the opening ceremony. It was amusing enough. You can watch it here.
Some poor people (and children) got stuck in a train in Auckland despite having opening ceremony tickets. Children getting claustrophobic and ready to vomit. Not good. They’re angry. And Auckland officials saying “Well, yeah, we invited everybody to come to Auckland for the big party, but we weren’t expecting them to actually show up!” And promptly turned people away and sent them home. 60,000 people all trying to fit in downtown Auckland. They must be from another country because everybody knows only three guys (Jono, Bazza, and Gazza) and a bunch of sheep live here. They were the only ones invited. [snark]
We didn’t buy tickets. Not even for the Canada game. As the hubby put it “No matter what the commercials say, I’m not mortgaging my house for a ticket.”
Give me an ice hockey game anyday.
Although I do have to say that the opening ceremony part that was held outside looked like it could rival Vancouver’s Symphony of Fire.