Red vs Blue

It's sometimes quite amusing living in close proximity to a bunch of other people. Take tonight for example.

The Reds are playing the Blue Bulls at Loftus in Pretoria in the Vodacom Super 14 rugby. It's near the end of the whole tournament, so there are high stakes.

Now on one side I have a very quiet neighbour and his wife. But when the sport kicks in I literally don't need a TV. I hear him whooping and carrying on, whether it's rugby or cricket. I can almost tell the score by his shouting, if I stand in the bathroom and lean out the window a bit.

On the other side is an Afrikaans family, abundant with kids. Tonight they've fired up the braai, hauled out the beer, and have another 4 cars of equally-procreative friends over. I've just heard an "Oooooooo...." from them - I guess something not-so-good happened.. :-) About an hour ago the kids were running around screaming, the braai was wafting the aroma - nay, stink - of what smells like dodgy meat over the wall, and De La Rey was blasting forth while the men gathered around the fire. (There's a whole other post about what impact that song's had recently, but I won't go there yet) Now the meat's been deserted, there's not a peep out of the kids and no-one outside. The rugby's on!

And I'm amused.

Oh dear, there goes De La Rey again...

Between both neighbours (and perhaps the lot across the road who seem to be hunkered down in front of flickering screens too), I really don't need access to the sport channel to know whether we're winning or losing. I can just open my window and get the whole spiel, live. Without having to watch it.

Now, I wonder if I should churn things up a bit and scream for the Reds... ;-)

::update::
Good thing I didn't - final score: Blues 92, Reds 3....!!!