Yes it's true. The man who took half the season off to hang with the Mafia, drink grappa ristrettos, bucket-down a few litres of Nero D'avola and chow down on scampi and... God knows... goat manure in Sicily, has pulled the right strings and not only won PunchDrunk, he's come first, second and third*.
5 games clear, ladies and germans, if you can believe it!
Should we ever have doubted? He hit the lead about the time he hit Syracusa, I believe, in Round 10 and never looked back.
Sean Cox: absolute gentleman, PunchDrunk World Champion and total bastard. We salute you.
Word on the street is he's also pulled off the Melbourne Museum Tipping comp too, and that's about another cool Grand. Your shout Sean. Only kidding*.
Tassy went close in second.
No he didn't. Neither did Dickwad in third. neither did I, and neither did you. Or you.
* Not really.
And so, to this:
You lucky few will hear from me soon.
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