I know it's a cliche but as a heavily pregnant, waddling woman, I'm feeling extreme highs and lows when it comes to emotions lately.
I was disappointed with the All Black loss but not as gutted as I was after Manawatu's loss to Auckland in the weekend.
The depth of my despair was more noticeable because I had dropped from a euphoric high only seconds earlier.
For a brief moment I let myself believe that they could beat the Jafas.
I was gutted for the Manawatu players and gutted that as a supporter, my anticipation of success had been cruelly peaked only to be crushed soon after.
It's only a game. Why was I so upset? I was frustrated and a frustrated female is not someone you want to mess with.
Just ask Serena Williams, who lost it at the US Open when she let her wrath fall on a line official.
What a stink way to end a semifinal on a questionable foot-fault and penalty.
There is no doubt that Serena was frustrated with her performance, and when things aren't going your way, it is sometimes easier to take it out on the nearest official. She wasn't the only one to let loose verbally on tournament officials.
Apparently Federer also swore in the direction of the chair umpire when Juan Martin del Potro challenged a line call for an extended period of time.
It's easy to suggest that these verbal rages are a new thing in tennis but who can forget the McEnroe episodes?
The difference between then and now may be that he was kind of comical as a Richard Simmons lookalike, with his headband, curly mop, tight shorts and wooden racquet.
Athletes these days seem to take this intimidation thing seriously, and gamesmanship (v sportsmanship) is an essential element of modern sport because it proves that athletes are willing to do everything they can to ensure success.
And it isn't isolated to tennis. Michael Phelps packed a hissy fit about the polyurethane swimsuits being used.
Call me cynical but I struggle to believe this is because he had some moral or ethical calling to stand up for athletes that didn't have access to the technologically advanced suits.
It was more about keeping his sponsors happy, so he had to fight for his own financial prosperity. New Zealanders like to think we're humble and just get on with it, but every now and then an athlete will break the staunch, silent stereotype.
Neemia Tialata's Facebook outburst is perhaps a back-handed way of expressing himself, but it shows that rugby players are human, and that they do have feelings when it comes to being dumped or treated like children.
Valerie Vili has expressed concern in the past about not getting enough financial support and recognition for her efforts, and her recent success at the world athletics final in Greece (her 13th competition win this year) certainly strengthens her case.
New Zealanders don't like whingers but how else can we express ourselves if we're frustrated and disappointed? It's healthy to verbally vent every now and then, and rather than bottle it all up and let it out on a Facebook page, at an official, or at the after-game celebrations, we should encourage emotional expressions of all kinds in the media, within organisations, and in appropriate forums.
Sing the national anthem with emotion, do the haka with intensity, show joy and disappointment when the moment calls for it.
Get rid of the staunch Kiwi one-dimensional stereotype and express yourself in the sporting world, New Zealand. I'm tired of cardboard cut-outs delivering cliches after games, or stoney-faced players trying to look serious and focused.
I want to see the Turbos gutted after their loss to Auckland, and I'd like to see the Wallabies wallowing and weeping after their loss to the All Blacks at the weekend (fingers crossed).
