Quite honestly it's hard to think about rugby when the news breaks that a meteorite has landed in Peru. At least that's what CNN and BBC World were reporting before I took my laptop down to the pool to post this under azure skies.
Yes, there are worseways to make a living.
But back to the meteorite if I may. It's making locals nauseous and seven policemen that went to investigate were reportedly taken to hospital (which I'm sure gave the less law-abiding citizens of Andean Peru a few chuckles).
This is sensational news and I was gutted to see it warranted just a brief at the bottom of page five in the esteemed Times of London. This is big at least 30m wide and 6m deep big anyway.
You can't really use the cliché "Even Hollywood couldn't have scripted it" because Hollywood has, extremely badly if I recall, in Armageddon. There's no way Spielberg or Jackson would have had the meteorite landing in remote Peru though. How do you sell that to Americans who think South America is those states south of the Mason-Dixon line?
I'm dying to ask Graham Henry about it. That man has an answer for everything except, it seems, "what is your first XV?"
According to the man himself at yesterday's team naming, about 70-75 per cent of the players lining up against Scotland would be locked in to his first XV. By my reckoning that leaves about 25-30 per cent who aren't.
But as Henry keeps saying, the 30 are more important than the 15. He's probably right. After all, who knows where the next meteorite will strike.
