Saturday 2 February 2013

SEVENS

I was watching the Rugby Sevens tonight and will watch again tomorrow.

I don't always watch this event but given that it's held in New Zealand this time I feel I should.

This 'sporting' event is more about flash and exposure than the game of rugby. Sure it's exciting and is a training ground for budding international rugby stars like Jonah Lomu, but most of the fun and activity is off the field with an extremely high amount of spectator involvement.

Normally rugby games have  a lot of dour, diehard spectators wrapped in duffel coats and scarves (unless they are the corporate invitees to the weather-proofed boxes at the top) who hunker down and surreptitiously drink and consume meat pies and give the odd cheer. They are normally men and, if there are any women present you wouldn't notice because they are dressed in duffel coats and scarves and hunker down and surreptitiously drink and consume meat pies.

The Sevens is different. The spectators dress up in team costumes that have very little to do with the  competing teams on the field. The themes are generally topical and feature political and social happenings over the last 12 months hence the Arab terrorist themes, the USA gun madmen, the USA presidential elections etc.
Women however tend to use themes like  naughty nuns, naughty schoolteachers, naughty policewomen, naughty nurses etc. The connecting idea is 'naughty'. What's that about?


Obviously it inflames the desires of all the young (and not so young) men who flock to the Sevens  even Second Fiddle's old associate Bas. See:



The thing that I've observed (closely I might add) is that in nearly all of the teams (and not the brand sponsored ones like the Speights naughty policewomen above) there are one or two real lookers who want to flash their,  show off their , get noticed. They usually have coerced friends or workmates to make up the numbers who normally look a bit uncomfortable.


I assume that the young woman second from the left wasn't the instigator of this team outfit.



Ditto for the one second from the right.



And I assume that the one on the left didn't come up with the idea of dressing as Warbirds in tight skirts.


This is not confined to the women though as there are many teams of men that the inspiration has been driven by some dude who has been working out at the gym and wants to show off his bod. He cajoles his mates to join in which is often hilarious, particularly at the after-event venues.


Now I might be wrong but I bet that the jokers 4th and 5th from the left feel like dicks (not to mention the one on the extreme right who keeps his shirt on).


Oh the Sevens. Fun, frivolity and lots of piss but not without some things that should be of concern to us:

The Weird.





The Creepy.



And the downright Disturbing.


1 comment:

Robert and the Catholics said...

Just a bit of distraction by Caesor Key to keep the Roman's minds off their disparate lifes.