The cruel rule of the sporting gods

Another day, another loss and another chance for our Black Caps to defeat the arrogant Greek gods in the game of cricket, Australia.

I should be happy, and so should we all. They gave themselves a great shot at the "champs".

But yet again I feel that all too familar nasty metallic scratch in the back of my throat, that evil reminder of defeat and the nasty feeling of what could have been.

The most superb chance for the Black Caps to achieve their first series win in Australia evaporates in thin air. And how did it disappear? Because of rain. Yes rain in Australia of all places, need I mention fire?

And suddenly all our fears of the alliance between Zeus and the Austalian cricket team come to fruitian.

A great chase by the young Black Caps halted by a burst of rain 15 minutes befor a superb shot at victory.

Yet we are all used to this, As New Zealanders and Otagoites we yet again have to be reassured with the familar statement "ahh well, better luck next time". But we should say no, to hell with next time.

Dam you Zeus... Dam you to Hades.