|France (l) chases Australia (r)|
A couple days later, the enormity of this outcome finally sank in.
"How could France be any good at rugby?" I asked Alisa. We were in the comfortable confines of the Marital Seabunk, enjoying the sleepy 15 minutes of independence that we enjoy every day, between the time the boys go to sleep and the time when we nod off.
"I mean," I continued, warming to my theme, "it seems to suggest that there's something lacking in my understanding of France. Or of rugby."
Alisa didn't have much to contribute on the theme, so I went on.
"Think about it. France is good at so many things. And Australia is good at so few. And then France went and beat Australia at one of the few things Australia is good at. Hardly seems fair."
|This picture, and below - the boys discovering their rugby roots with a Kiwi|
enthusiast and a French enthusiast on Taravai Island, the Gambier. I was
safely on board Galactic, doing some science thing or another
|The boys couldn't have enjoyed it more|