Super Rugby might be playing out under hospice care in front of empty stadiums in no-fucks-given Singapore etc but at least there's the potential for something exciting to happen on the field. I tune into NH rugby once or twice a season to see what happened to Blues escapees like Frank Halai and Charles Piutau and Steven FUCKING Luatua. After about 10 minutes of scrum resets, walking, yawning, torpor, dropped pill, rain, crying, bit more walking, drinks breaks, another 6 minutes of scrum resets (now THIS is a contest for the ball!) geez I wonder whats on the other channel. Why are so many people at the games? There must be literally nothing else to do in town.
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Piutau is clearly bored out of his fucking mind. Him and Halai no longer needed their express speed in the prop, flop and waddle leagues so gave the fuck up and put on 20 kegs. They're now like Elvis in fucken 1978.
History? Tradition? You think Steven Luatua gives a flying fuck about some bogsnot Bristol parks and rec frozen tundra? CHING CHING MOTHERFUCKER