Determined to overcome the soporific power of SA rugby, a strategy was worked out, a one hour nap was taken before the game. It was overslept by five minutes. Nevertheless, armed with fresh as fresh a body and a mind, the determination to defeat this time the curse was rock solid.
Unfortunately, once again, to be conquered. The mighty SA rugby worked its miracle again, slowly but surely, little by little, the ship of awakenedness sunk into the sea. One nod at a time, one closing of the eyes at a time. The grip was too impervious, no effort, no battle could prevent the outcome from occuring.
Sleep triumphed.
What a powerful weapon SA rugby is. It could kill millions. Just imagine people watching a SA rugby game while driving on a highway. Or plane pilots. Surgeons before a life saving operation.
Better hope the secret services never figure it out.
