Eating a rare to medium rare rib eye steak with a soft bit of fat flopping off the end is like:
1) Having sex. Not the passionate sort but the stuff that is over in 5 min. Think Michael Douglas and Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct.
2) Running onto a pop pass on the opposition 5 metre line, crashing through the defense, flattening the full back and going over to score.
3) Pulling a parachute feeling physics rip through your joints then floating down to earth.
4) Punching the bastard who has been giving you chat all match at the bottom of a ruck and not getting caught by the ref.
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