The one where I'm off to the Lions
Like a kid at Christmas. Here we go then. Sat on the periphery of gate lounge 63 waiting to board the 1915 Virgin Australia service from Sydney to Christchurch. Where I will commence my 2017 Lions tour. Pretty excited - justifiably so, I would say. In light of the opening two games, I imagine plenty of Kiwis would find my 'Kid at Christmas' level of excitement, somewhat laughable. "Excited bro, your stocking is full of coal, bro", they might say with a snigger and maybe a few more bros. In continuing my festive analogy, they are telling me that the Lions are a turd Rugby team and that I have zero grounds for any happiness or optimism that I foresee myself deriving from the 2017 Tour. I decide to leave this fictitious conversation, it is angering me, nearly as much as paying $15 for a Peroni, pint thereof, some half hour prior. For whatever reason, I am optimistic. They say it's the hope that kills you, right now hope is everything - both for a Lions victory