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:
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