In the midst of the uproar I watched Brenton watch his team do what no-one ever really thought they would, or could.
At the same time somewhere in another part of town, Cath 'Bob Brookmeyer' Delabosca Stewart Onassis won the PD Grand Final.
I just kept drinking buckets of 'free' Furphy thinking it was having no effect. Til I got home.
Congrats Cath, Congrats Tigers all: Brenna, Dirk, Dickwad, Coxy, Juzzy G.
Commiserations to Ian, our token Crow, who seems to have had his cards marked "Close but no cigar" this year. Second in the Drunk, his team second on the Big Day.
I dream of being second. In pretty much anything really.
For the annals here's what unfolded:
And here's how we got here:
PunchDrunk Prize Night
Folks may have been wandering through the back-streets of Fitzroy on the Thursday evening preceding the Game and wondered at the Red Carpet rolling up to the door of the Union Club Hotel. Well, I can assure you it had nothing to do with the 2017 PunkDrunk Prize Night.
A die-hard but devilishly attractive band of Drunks turned up to cheer on our prize-winners: Brenton, Phil and Ian, partake in heartfelt camaraderie and talk a fair bit of uninformed footy nonsense. No life-lessons were learnt but no lives were lost so I call that a nil-all draw. Happy with that.
Here's the proof (thanks as always to Bernie):
Brenna wins The Cup and dares to Dream Big
Phil popped down from Sin City to say Hi and collect a brown envelope of cash
Drunks up and about in the Tiger Room. Roar.
Brave Drunks inspecting the parcel of Demons exotica Brenton kindly donated to my pool room. Except the Demons AFL Priceline cologne, I'm wearing that.
And the Grand Old Flag alarm clock/money bank which the Demon Child has nicked.
This year's lucky Barrel Girl. So called because Bernie pulls her out of a barrel.
Although this practice was fine in the 70's some find it a questionable tradition today. Fear not, the rules have recently been dragged into the early 20th century and Brenton no longer gets to keep her.
New PunchDrunk Cup
Anyway it turns out that Brenton went to some function at Benny Gale's house and took along the PunchDrunk Cup to show it off. When he got home he realised he'd picked up and left with the wrong cup (below), so it looks like we'll have to have it re-engraved with all our historical details if anyone can remember them (I'm pretty sure I won in '95, '98, '99, '01, '04 and '06?).
I asked Brenna how the new cup compares to the old one. He said "Nicer, Shinier, Bigger". It does look nice.
Drunk diaspora
Taffa missed Trobby so he used a little radar love to track him down in Berlin and tell him who'd won the flag, who won PD, who won The Bachelor, who won the last elections and to watch out 'cos a madman has taken over the world. Trobby knows all this already because he is on FaceBook.
Anyway they had a big cuddle, a couple of bottles of wine, posed for a couple of selfies and opened the Berlin branch of PunchDrunk.
This is a still from their forthcoming movie 'The Erudite Author and the Loveable Rogue drink wine in Berlin."
