All Blacks! All Blacks! All Blacks!

NEW ZEALAND WON THE RUGBY WORLD CUP OF 2011!!
The whole town plus several more gathered together for an event that would go down in New Zealand history; the final match of rugby between New Zealand and France.  The townies came at least an hour early to make sure they found a seat to their liking.  "Tall people in the back or to the side!"  However, 99 percent of those who populated the pub at this time were considerably drunk.  Considering this, it was every man for himself.   Jed was decked out and ready to go, wearing the New Zealand flag as a cape and a glass of Tui (New Zealand beer) in hand.  I obviously had to catch up, therefore immediately ordered a glass of Celtic, adding to my running tab of God knows how much.
The match was starting.  The voices of all the drunks, the wide eyed children, and the newcomers to the game of rugby cheered at the top of their lungs as Richie McCaw made his entrance, leading the team onto the field.  The two teams formed in their appropriate positions, beginning with the National Anthem.  Next, the All Blacks put the French right in their place by performing the traditional Maori dance that ended with the players showing mostly the white of their eyes and an incredibly intimidating tongue sticking out.  Pure thrill was the only thing pumping through my veins as the match started, hoping to God that the All Blacks would win.  The first half consisted of beers, New Zealand scoring, players diving for the ball, giving up any inhibitions, and more beers.  "There are French supporters amongst us..." a bearded man whispered to me, pointing out a couple of serious faces.
Fifteen minutes left.  France's score: seven.  New Zealand: eight.  Five minutes later, the Kiwis in the pub started shaking their heads at the All Blacks.  "Their just chewin' up time now!"
Finally, the match was over and all the ecstatic supporters in the pub went completely wild.  Everyone including myself jumped for joy, waving flags, slapping each others hands, smiles stretch from one ear to the other.  New Zealand won with one point's difference.
It's going to be a good month with all these Kiwis in such proud, jolly moods.