ROUND 8 WRAP: RANT-FREE...

No particular gripes this week.
I caught up with some Drunk Tigers for the BIG GAME last week in a long-standing tradition. I can't say with head held high, but I did at least come out of the bar at the end of half time this week.

The ladders:
Lee is still making the running and not a lot of movement detected this week.
Richo lurched back into the 8, Harv got back on the Scenic Railway.

Dreamteam has a familiar look to it again this week too. Marc's Demonski's still sitting on the top perch, holding out some quality in Logger and Richo's Cheesies. Watch this space.

Jackpot's up to $180 now. Nice

NIGHTMARE on BRUNTON Ave.

Sorry for the absence for the past few weeks I've been in an induced coma. Self induced.

I keep hoping that when I wake up this will all have been a truly horrible dream.
Like the one where you turn up to school and as soon as you get there you realise you're still in your PJs.
Or the one where your pants keep falling down. And you forgot your undies.
Or the one where your bottom jaw slides up over your top teeth and keeps going til it's swallowed your whole head.
Or the one when your footy team is shit and getting shitter, and you realise not only will they not win a flag in your lifetime, but they won't win one again. EVER. In fact they won't even be around for your whole lifetime.

Well, following the Dees is like all the above combined.

But it's ok, cos we have some geniuses out there who constantly keep reminding us. Why, just yesterday that wonder-scribe Rohan Conolly revealed that......... (that was a drum-roll) .... The Tigers are better than the Dees!

And a couple of days prior St Caro, Our Lady of Immaculate Righteousness, took time out from dancing on our freshly dug grave gleefully in her orthopedics to ridicule the joint in print. Again. How many times is that this year without a single kb of new News? She has a style, and she gonna use it.

They're right of course.

But despite the press reports we keep turning up. Sort of. The fact that anybody was allowed to turn up on mothers day, 4.20 on a sunday, to watch a team totally without hap. Who fail to put in, not week after week, but year after year. Decade after after decade. Against a plastic-pressing of a footy team from bumfuck Queensland is a goddam miracle I reckon.

Oh, and that footage they show week after week of The Members heading home at half time?
They're not going home, they're going to the fucking bar. And I've been there since halfway through the first qurater and I'm not coming out til this thing's fucking over.

Now to the news:

Drunk on a ladder

Coxy and Alex were looking jackpots in the face and writing their acceptance speeches right up til... ooh about halfway through the first quarter of the Blues Saints game last weekend. Damn shame, Blues losing. Again. Anyway the money is safely tucked away and that little clock thing in the top right hand corner keeps ticking over. $160 now. That's about US$78 this week.

Lee has pulled something out and looks like heading for the hills, or way out West Sydney where he'll have to vote for the snakeskin man and take up arms against boatpeople. Come back to us Lee before it's too late.

DREAMTEAM
Seriously weird goings-on the past 2 week in the world of Dreamteam.
Before each of the past 2 rounds started the Chimps were chalked in for scores over 2000, only for all our guns to misfire and come home with scores around half their averages.
Not happy (you can probably see a theme developing here), but some obviously are: