S5, R6: Cnuts vs. Typhoons - Completed

Maroon Faithful? Is that a real name?

 

Tsk tsk, Earl, you know you don't chose your… wait.

 

This is our Everest, lads. Not in a real sense. Not in the sense of millions of tonnes of snow, rock and ice; man pitting himself against Nature; the very real and ever-present spectre of death with one bony hand on our shoulders. Not in that sense.

Also not in the metaphorical sense. Not in the sense of reaching a pivotal point wherein all of our hard work and training focusses down into 80 minutes of blood and thunder; the roar of the crowd pushing us forwards when it seems there's nothing left; not in the sense that after this the colours of the world will seem washed out and everything will feel a little empty and we'll spend our time desperately seeking something - anything - to make us feel alive again. Not in that sense.

This is not our Everest, lads.

 

I'm given to understand by my Great Uncle Charlie (who was in charge of biscuits at South Base Camp) that he went with a simple: 'Well there it is, Tenzing, Everest'.

To which the indomitable sherpa replied: 'oooooh, I thought you said "have a rest".

 

Pffft Everest.

Any fat tourist...

 

Everybody knows that was faked and Edmund spent a few months sipping G&T's in Kathmandu. Otherwise the comparison is apt *wipes tear from eye

Edit: Heath I need my posts counted here now. I plan to post an average of 6 times a day over the next year. You can add up the ones I haven't posted so far this year and be assured the deficit will be made up. I am very good at maths so you can rely on me to get this spot on perfect.

 

I'd advise everyone against betting on that final option. I've spent all week visualising the try line and being the ball...