Picture this: a room, people, uneasiness grows. The cause: manic laughs.
Couple of weeks ago, got overwhelmed by an obvious thought, there is no good outcomes for SA rugby.
Still laughing at the thought.
Either SA rugby win the WC or they loose.
Losing is a bad outcome.
Winning is a bad one. How so. Back to back victory, making history, forging a legend. Should be splendor.
Who captains: the quota captain.
Greatest SA rugby captain ever. A man larger than SA rugby.
Now this thought was not the rejoicing thought.
As the prospect looms ahead, SA rugby supporters' hearts are invaded by evil thoughts, they wish the captain harm, they belittle him, they curse him, they want him harm, they want him injured. They do not want him to captain the SA rugby team in a unprecedented achievement.
The guy works his ass off to make their dream come true. Yet they hate on him. Evil has possessed their soul, they are governed by evil.
That is the cause of the laughs, the cause of uneasiness that captured a whole group of people.
The devil's laughter.
Still laughing.
