I've been trying to figure them out all season but I've given up. Some things are beyond explanation, like true love and why some people have so much trouble with the concept of parallel parking. The Highlanders are like that. They are Super Rugby's imponderable.
How can you possibly analyse a team that runs midfield plays off Mark Reddish and Alex Ainley, or one that keeps winning games despite holding on to the ball for fewer minutes than any team bar the Cheetahs, or one that kicks more often than any team bar the Sharks? How can you begin to understand how, with all that, this side still manages to score more points per game than any other playoff hopeful other than the Hurricanes?
This is the strangest rugby team ever assembled, playing the weirdest brand of footy since the Southland Boys' High School Old Boys, aka the Satanic Verses, invented the "Braveheart" kick-off. There's Lima Sopoaga with banana kicks for territory from the halfway line. There's Patrick Osborne putting up high balls for Marty Banks to chase and regather, both seemingly unaware of the fact that they are intentionally messing with the natural order of things. There's Malakai Fekitoa doing, well, doing whatever the hell he wants to, by the looks.
To sit and watch the Highlanders is to find yourself in a parallel universe in which everything is somehow more frantic, more frenetic, and more chaotic. The Highlanders don't belong on a rugby field - they belong at the top of Enid Blyton's Magic Faraway Tree. I'm half expecting Moonface and Saucepan Man to be named in this week's starting line-up. Hell, they already have the Barracuda and the Oracle.
Speaking of the Oracle: has there been a more influential rugby player than Ben Smith in the history of this competition? Since his debut in 2009, Smith has run for more metres, made more tackle breaks, and made more line breaks than any other player in the competition. Last weekend he played his 100th match for the Highlanders. He's missed only four since his debut.