Hey Babe, watch!

Hello friends,

I'd like to share my weekend A-Ha! moment with you. I've sat through one or two boring episodes of Baywatch, trying to understand the show's popularity. As you know, it's a pointless effort at the best of times. The storyline is usually a shallow tale of bubblegum intrigue that slowly plays out until that much anticipated typical "Baywatch moment" when all of a sudden - in the middle of the day - a sunset scene unfolds in the background while Pamela Anderson starts running in slow motion along the sand. Silly cones bouncing up and down as she hurdles to save some lucky guy waiting for his heavenly mouth-to-mouth. The cheesy music kicks in and once she's saved him - voila! It's back to daytime again. Aweful!

Then on Saturday I watched the game between South Africa (go Bokkies) and New Zealand. Rugby usually has as much of an attraction to me as Baywatch does - but at least it offers far better entertainment; including deeper plot and script. Saturday seemed to be the normal run-of-the mill game, until I spotted Daniel Carter! As he ran across the field - pecks flexing, I pictured a sunset scene behind him. No that's not wet grass underfoot - it's the beach! Suddenly the cheesy soundtrack played in my head and in a moment of enlightenment - I got it! It was as if Rugby was saying, "Hey Babe, watch!" He had my undivided attention for the rest of the game. And not only is he a hot, hot, hottie, but he can actually play rugby! Such a pity he's on the wrong team.

It's great to think we're beyond such things as trivial as cookie cutter romance a-la Mills & Boons, or dare I say - Baywatch. To take the intellectual high ground and look down at these silly people who believe in love at first sight is a comfortable position for most. But for one brief moment I saw what appeals to the true romantics out there. I could picture Daniel Carter bending down to give me mouth-to-mouth on a beautiful sunlit beach. I can't say what about the man appealed to me exactly. Hot strangers are a dime a dozen on the telly. Maybe it was just my mood at the time after becoming single again. Maybe it was just a brief flirt with temporary insanity. But don't worry, I'm over it.

However, I can tell you right now that I'll probably be catching more New Zealand games in future - even if for just another glimpse of that fantasy. If we had such "talent" on our team... I'd even go watch the games live!

So thanks Danny, you've shown me why the image of Pamela has men glued to their screens week after week and why some people out there, in spite of their better judgement, still believe.

Keep smiling,

Love BOne.