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:

I HATE ESSADUN

Seriously, if I hear any more of this Bombers apologist stuff I'll spew up.

"Let's not judge until the findings are found" be damned. "Little James is innocent til found guilty"... bullshit.
Yeah, I'm looking at you Mr. Plasticface Newman, and you others.

Where were you bastards when my beautiful Dees, the league's punching bag, were being witch-hunted, hung, drawn and quartered by the wicked witch of Spencer St?
Joining in, that's where. While we were apparently guilty til proven innocent. And all followed up with a quick, convenient reinterpretation of an 'innocent' finding to mean 'guilty'.

But the Essadun story keeps slipping from the pages where possible, until some pesky outsider comes up with some dirt. Why did it take Age no-namers Nick McKenzie and Richard Baker to come up with the 'James Hird shoots up story? Why did it take Roy Masters the crusty Sydney NRL writer to come up with the story about Essadon and the AFL trying to broker a deal with ASADA to get the Dons off scott-free?

Why? Cos just about every other fucker at the Age is a Bombers supporter. That's why.

So Rohan Conolly, stop making daggy little videos and write something instead, I'm sick of looking at  your smug half-crooked smirk.
And Essadun, come on it's time to take your medicine... lose your licence, leave the league and give the Dees the 4 points they rightly deserved from last weekend's game.

Here's this:
New leader; Cath From-The-Bush (Bob Brookmeyer) has leapt to the lead. The previous top two suffered a little (Nick) and a lot (Harv, who just broke the world record in falling through the floor... 2nd to 33rd... now, that takes some beating).
Jesper and Lex were heading the other way almost as fast. In fact the amount of movement this week has made my lovely chart a big mess. Thank god for Matt and his perfectly horizontal line.

I HATE FOOTY

I hope you're all enjoying this season more than me. Shizen team, shizen tipping. Looks like a very long season coming up.

There is good news though, PunchDrunk is alive and thriving. We have a world record 40 Drunks this year.
We've picked up 5 new tipsters for season 2013, and lost 3 I believe.
In addition to the round 1 Rising Star nominee, young Nick Materia who's taken off out of the blocks like a Sandown Park rabbit, we have Alexis 'Lex' Bebbington, Megan 'Titto' Tittensor, Bob Catter and Paul 'Sydneysider' Hoyne.

Welcome one and all. I'll organise a PunchDrink to kick the dew off the grass, blow the froth off the beerand get a group hug happening. Real soon.

Here's the thing:



That's it for now I'm afraid, I'm still getting over last Sunday at the G.
If you keep reading the posts below you'll just get caught up in 2012 and you may get woozy.