Its Rugby season, and I can't sleep.

Another season of club rugby is upon us, and I can't sleep. It's not because I'm worried about how well my teams are doing. Well, not really, as my Hurricanes who are(of Wellington, NZ, Super 14 for all of those not washed in the proverbial blood of the rugby lamb) currently in 11th place and staring longingly into the toilet at the moment. Its the damn time difference. As you probably well know rugby isn't the biggest sport in America, so most of the true-believers here are relegated to the English and Irish "Pubs" in a hopefully close city to catch delayed repeats of Heineken Cup, Magner's League or Six Nations rugby (Here, Here, and Here), matches that take place in the UK or Europe. And then there's Super 14, the Air New Zealand Cup and Tri Nations Rugby, all in the southern hemisphere, and with games played in locations between 6 (South Africa) and 16 (New Zealand) hours ahead of us on the east coast. Thank the gods for Directv and Setanta Sports. Now I can watch live rugby & Australian Rules Football matches until my eyes bleed, albeit typically at 3:30 or 5:30 in the morning. So, come rugby season, if its the weekend and the pub's closed I'll be up watching my hometown team hopefully pulling its season out of the W.C.