If anyone out there thinks that last nights Rugby match between Australia and New Zealand was entertaining, then they are very different to me. (It’s the nicest thing I can say about them)

After watching 20 straight minutes of collapsing scrum, penalty, kick, collapsing scrum, penalty, kick, collapsing scrum, penalty, kick, collapsing scrum, penalty, kick, collapsing scrum, penalty, kick, collapsing scrum, penalty, kick, collapsing scrum, penalty, kick, collapsing scrum, penalty, kick I decided it were time to check on how the ‘other’ Australians were doing.

Alas, as the dial hit SBS it brought even more pain to my already dented national sporting pride. Not quite as much pain as Ricky Ponting went through when he was hit in the face from a Matt Prior drive at point blank, but pretty close. Australia were being dominated by the old dart.

After consideration I decided to chance the viewing of Mark Webbers attempt at pole position in Valencia. Perhaps his recent form has warped my view on the result but a qualification of 9th did nothing to restore my faith. With Casey Stoner laid up for another 2 races I went to bed feeling Australian sport is in a sorry state of affairs but luckily we still have beer.

Somehow this mornings news bought success from an unexpected source. Australian athletes had finally showed something for the thousands poured into them year after year with some medals at the world athletics championships. Don’t know much about you or your sports but well done anyway!