Not sure where you sympathies will lie on this one, with the coach or the reporter who ends up with a red face after getting the coach's name wrong.
Some journos operate well in a press conference situation, others don't.
A couple of weeks ago, suffering heavily from the man flu, I asked Jamie Joseph about Liam Coltman's goal kicking.
Not Lima Sopoaga, Liam Coltman.
Unfortunately for me, I also wanted to know about Coltman's form, which appeared to be coming up to the sort of standard he was producing last year, which meant for general merriment for all except me during the follow up question.
The Highlanders head into their second bye round with four wins from seven starts.
How many could have predicted a start to the season like that?
Can they sustain it?What can they realistically expect to do in South Africa, against the Stormers and Sharks?
Who has been your most impressive Highlanders player this season - Malakai Fekitoa, Shane Christie, the two All Black Smiths, someone else?
He might have been a cheat, but Lance Armstrong never wanted to be a rat.
Which is why his two-part ''confession'' with Oprah Winfrey a year ago was so frustrating.
While he did finally admit to doping throughout his seven Tour de France victories, there was no where the level of detail that many were hoping for, the level of detail which would finally rip open the festering wound which was the doped-up world of professional cycling.
Armstrong has been an enigma for me for most of my journalism career.
As someone who has developed a deep affection for the sport, the Texan was at the same time the greatest and the worst thing that ever happened to cycling.
@nathanburdon Part of the reason for firing this blog up again was to give people an insight into how this business works.
Before I get any further into this post, let me start by saying that I love my job, I feel really fortunate most of the time to be doing what I do.
I most certainly would rather be doing this than working in a woolshed or a supermarket of any of the other jobs that I've had along the way.
That's not meant in any way to be disrespectful to people who work in woolsheds or supermarkets either, but you get my drift.
Anyway, Sunday shifts are probably not much fun in any job.
For some reason the stars have aligned recently and I've been playing golf.
In fact, about three rounds in the past two weeks, which is some sort of achievement given I hadn't played any stickball for the best part of 18 months.
Before that I was a member of the Invercargill Golf Club and a regular Saturday morning player, with a few other rounds thrown in when I had the time.
And there was the rub.
When our family doubled in size about two years ago, my free time wasn't just halved, it shrank down to the sort of micro dot that spy film used to be stored on in old Cold War movies.
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