Never say we don’t sink our teeth into the big issues here at the Daily sports desk.

The other day we were debating who we should barrack for in this Saturday night’s Super 14 grand final.

The all-conquering Canterbury Crusaders, or the NSW Waratahs? Kiwis or Cockroaches?

For a proud Canetoad, you don’t really want to pick either.

A bit like choosing between being pistol-whipped with an extension cord or watching Big Brother for more than 2.3 consecutive seconds (especially that show with the annoying Rebecca Wilson on it).

But I guess we will have to pick a camp and go with it.

And amongst our discussion the other day, this little dilemma came up like a lunch of crook prawns.

As Queenslanders it’s programmed into us from day dot not to go for New South Wales in anything.

ANYTHING.

If the Blues were competing to become the first team to cure a terminal disease, we would probably still hesitate to cheer them on.

But our rivalry with the New Zealanders is nearly as fierce.

So, in deciding who we would barrack for, we considered the question at the very nucleus of this argument.

Should we cheer for the Waratahs because they’re Australia’s last hope of lifting this year’s Super 14 trophy, or boo our lungs out because they’re from, well, New South Wales?

A tough question to answer indeed, and no doubt everyone in the Queensland rugby community will have a different opinion.

But after the pain all of us with Maroon blood coursing through our veins went through last Wednesday night watching State of Origin One, I can’t bring myself to cheer on the Waratahs.

Don’t be fooled by the fact they are named after a flower.

They’re still Cockroaches.

From day dot, us Banana Benders are programmed to despise any footballer in a sky blue jersey.

It’s just the way it is, regardless of whether they’re playing a bunch of ‘cuzzie bros’ from across the ditch, or the first XV from the Brisbane Correctional Centre’s murderers block.

But in all reality we really won’t be barracking for either.

For mine at least though, I will be a touch less annoyed if the Crusaders take away the spoils than if the Waratahs do.

The main reason is the massive cloud of smugness currently hovering over Sydney after Origin One.

You know, statements like ‘we’re the home of rugby league’, even though Sydney people couldn’t get off their butts and make sure rugby league’s showpiece was a sellout.

There are some things I never thought I would say, like saying yes to a Magda Szubanski marriage proposal or “I’ll just have a salad thanks” at a restaurant.

But “Go you mighty Crusaders!” is right up there with those.

Unfortunately, in this case, I don’t see any choice.

Now I feel dirty.

I’m off to have a shower.