Rugby musings

South Africa vs Tonga, a far far closer game than it has any right to be.  The Tongans know it, and are loving it, and in the final two minutes kick a goal that brings them within one try of actually beating the Boks.  They're outskilled, out-conditioned, but by god, not outgunned.  They drive down the field, sheer brute determination foxing the Souh African interception attempts.  Their passing is faster and sharper than it's ever been -- time isn't running at the same speed for Tonga.  Someone cast Team Haste on 'em.  And all of a sudden, there's a chance.  Out the back of a ruck and someone sees a man headed for the touchline.  This is an heroic kick: This is Mighty Ducks stuff.

The kick misses and goes wide - of course it does, because Tonga aren't actually that good.  It's a couple of yards off when the final whistle goes.  And the Tongan team, denied a glorious upset and absolute heroism by a slim error, are all smiles.  They've played their absolute guts out, and now they can laugh about it.  That's serious sportsmanship, right there. 

Microwaved cat food?

Cat people: does a brief nuke to warm up cat food make your impossibly picky moggy eat whatever filth you set before her, as it wafts and reeks of tasty goodies?  Or is it just mine..?