If you ever had any doubts that rugby in New Zealand is a religion, consider how it treats its icons: fetishistic veneration, cloaked in magic-power giving robes.
Even if you are a secular heathen, notice how the body has become priceless art that has to be handled with gloves so no human traces are left on the masterpiece.
1 comment:
Haha! Those shirts are getting mighty tight.
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