The Pick and Go

How do I love a pick and go? let me count the ways.

So I thought today would be the hardest of the trip, the one where I had to miss a Reds home game. I missed one last year (thank you very much Ben and Ali), but to that point I hadn't missed one in a long, long time. From memory it was the Otago match that was played when we were on our duke of Edinburgh trip in grade 10 canoing to Stradbroke (there also may ahve been an otago match in the last year at Ballymore- but its more romantic this way).

But it has not been hard to miss at all. After a panic stricken couple of hours on Friday when it became apparent my 1st choice for streaming (damn you Rugby Channel online) wouldn't work I eventually found away to watch the game. and what a game- dispite having to put up with Marto and Clarky during a Suncorp match it has been great to watch, for a fairly slow of foot prop like me, who has based his entire career on picking, and then going (have I ever thrown a pass? I wonder what that feels like) to watch the mighty red heavies do it for at least 77 minutes (this game ain't over) has been special- now I go onto the Whytangi day Circle line pub crawl- ask Tio, you would be impressed- so a good day all round. more later.

B A Tron