All Blacks Part 1: The Mission
by Adam & Lara on 08/23/10
The last All Blacks home game of this season was Aug 7th in Christchurch, which is a 50 minute plane ride from Queenstown. There was no question about it - we had to go. Last chance to see the best team of the best sport in New Zealand play. So we bought 2 game tix, 2 plane tix and 1 flask. We were all set.
That is, until our day-of-game flight got canceled due to shit weather. It was 1:30pm, and we needed to be there by 7:30pm at the latest if we wanted to see the haka. Our situation seemed hopeless. Adam was crying again.
But we sucked it up, got in the Steema and put the pedal to the f*cking medal.
We had 6 hours to drive 500km in the rain and snow through some of the dodgiest mountain passes in the South Island. And we only had Lara's iPod with us which is full of whiny indie hipster music, which ended up complimenting the weather perfectly.
We cut corners in every way possible to save time. Actually, we just took short pee pee stops and parked illegally when we got to Christchurch. But it was enough. We threw all our shit in our room and ran to the stadium. We huffed it to our seats, diluted our whisky into a bottle of Coke (sorry Jim, we wanted it to last longer) and were completely dialed with literally 2 minutes to spare before the most electrifying non-Pujols tradition in sports:
The drive was worth it. Plus, by no effort of his own Adam actually purchased the optional cancellation insurance for the plane tickets, marking the first time that Adam ever accidentally did something not catastrophic.