April 2, 2012 in Uncategorized
So my last post may have been a little cryptic for some. Lets hope this clears the stench of a dying corpse that once was a horrific baby blue.
Now, I am sure, even the most Neanderthal baby blue supporter would have taken a second, third, perhaps fourth glance at the television on Saturday evening when the newly named “Putrid Pinks” ran out from their closet, sorry – changeroom to wards of laughter from the homeside, the entire Western Cape, Natal… Ok, the entire country..New Zealand, Australia…. the Southern Hemisphere, some in England… Wales, Scotland (and they wear skirts)… the Northern hemisphere – actually, the entire world (excpet for those in the city of now pink brightness that are still so deeply in denial trying to deflect the attention) from what must be, or will be, or will go down in history as one of the funniest moments in the game of Rugby Union when the Bulls ran out in not only the “purple” (whhha haaa haaaa) Pink jumpers, but pink socks, pants, tights etc etc to one of the more defeaning sounds of laughter at Newlands on Saturday eveing.
So how proud to have been a Putrid Pink for the evening?