Of men and rugby balls.
Sarah and I have a fridge magnet. It says, "there are two teams I support: Wales, and whoever is playing against England." As far as I'm concerned, it is slightly flippant (my overall interest in sports being about zero). As far as Sarah is concerned, it sums up her attitude to rugby. She was, therefore, rather disappointed by the scorelines in yesterday's Six Nations matches. Indeed, she gave up in a mixture of disappointment and disgust halfway through the first match, at which point Wales were losing 20 - 0. The final scoreline, though an improvement, still wasn't exactly wonderful.
We are both, though, highly amused (well, Sarah is rather incredulous - she's just done a very convincing David Tennant impersonation - "what? What?! WHAT??!") to hear that Italy have beaten France 23 - 18. Seriously - how on earth did that happen?
(If Italy go on to win the championship, I won't begrudge them it one little bit...)
One of my residents was a lovely lady who was obsessed with rugby. Because I support Wales and she supported England, she and I were always making verbal bets with each other. Wales always won and she always gave me the Death Stare and said I'd jinxed England LOL!
My other team is The All Blacks :)