Headlines worlds apart

TALK about about the difference between night and day, or going from the penthouse to the outhouse.
I had it all last weekend. I wake up Saturday the Duchess is in hospital and it won’t be long before the addition to the royal family is here.
It’s a girl, and for the first time in a few weeks the front covers of every paper in the national arena had a good story.
The news of executions of the Bali smugglers was now in past tense and at least the Aussie royalists were smiling from ear to ear.
I am afraid the births of George and his sister Charlotte will dent the Republic push and put it on the backburner for quite a few years.
Plus, while Queen Elizabeth remains mobile, the idea of a stand-alone Australia will not happen.
So on to Sunday… coffee, read the papers and get the latest on the Fight of the Century and of course the rescheduled trans-Tasman League clash.
Not ringside but good enough with the big screen shoulder to shoulder at the Pub Mooloolaba.
All the movie stars arrive smiling and why wouldn’t they, probably the only ones who could afford the $100,000 front row seats.
Thankfully the camera shot included Beyonce, she was the only woman in the male-dominated audience, ready to scream the house down.
In my opinion, while the opening introductions built up the atmosphere, we were sadly let down by the very boring national anthem sung by Jamie Foxx.
Surely Maria Carey, Beyonce or even Australia’s Julie Anthony would have riveted the 12,000 packed house.
The fight was boring and the decision wrong – as I felt Pacquiao had done enough in his aggressive style to sneak home.
What amazed but didn’t surprise me, that the three ringside judges were all American and no Internationals.
I expected being a world title fight, the officials would not all come from California, you always see five different judges at Olympic or Commonwealth Games.
Anyway Floyd remains undefeated and will try an equal the great heavyweight champion Rocky Marciano’s feat of 49 straight victories.
The big plus for me was seeing boxing at its best, the colour, pageantry and one on one different styles with two blokes from completely different backgrounds, pounding each other in front of a world audience.
I am sure there were many non-fight lovers seated in pubs and clubs around the country, enjoying the sport at its best.
So off home I go, to brighten myself up and cheer on the Aussies in the Test against New Zealand.
Gus Gould kept ramming home the point the locals are too old, and some new blood needs to be introduced, especially with the World Cup looming.
I don’t agree, which is not unusual with most things Phil says, I think they were just over done.
The Kangaroos had peaked for the Friday night clash, postponed and the boys just went off the boil.
It happens in high level sport, just ask our Olympic athletes who prepare like clockwork for their events.
Until next time.