I'M going to put it all on the line here. Lay my heart out for those that aren't aware, perhaps didn't pick up on various mentions around the place.
It's tough. I've been hurt before. So many times I've thought "this is it", only to be thwarted at the very end by men whose sole purpose in life is to go around hurting men like me. So many chances, so little success... and yet there have been times when life just couldn't seem to get any better: those moments where time stands still, where everyone is slapping your back in congratulations, where it just doesn't get any better.
So here goes:
I SUPPORT THE NORTH QUEENSLAND COWBOYS, AND I REALLY HOPE THEY WIN THE NRL GRAND FINAL!
Yes, the former laughing stock of rugby league are a mere 80 minutes of very good football away from erasing the pain of the past year. Pain so bad, that I'm not sure what I'll do if the Cowboys get done (especially if it's with 30 seconds to go. That's about the time that I pull out the .22 and shoot the tv).
Let's go over this year of pain for a fairly typical Queenslander:
1. Queensland Bulls host both domestic cricket finals. And lose them.
This was even worse than last season, when in the Pura Cup final they had to content with a Victorian team playing at home and still grieving the loss of coach David Hookes earlier that year.
This year the Bulls played Tasmania in the ING Cup final at the Gabba. The Bulls were expected to win, but despite a Jimmy Maher century Tassie's batsmen were too good on the day.
In the Pura Cup final Queensland played arch-rivals NSW. Twice they looked like getting flogged: firstly when NSW bowled them out for 102 in their first innings, and secondly when NSW reached 4/158 chasing 183. The Bulls clawed back, only for Wade Seccombe to drop a chance off Nathan Bracken with NSW just short of their target. The Blues won.
2. Queensland hosts two Origin matches. And loses the second one to lose the series.
This hurt. At 19-0 up in the first match everything was going to plan, only for bloody NSW to lead 20-19 with fuck-all to go. Jonathan Thurston kicked a field goal to take it into golden point, and Matt Bowen took an intercept to give Queensland the lead.
NSW won a fairly tight second match in Sydney, then came out in the third and flogged us. Really brought out the whip. They whipped us so bad it wasn't just the jerseys that were maroon: our backs (and backsides) were a similar colour from excessive flogging. To make it worse, the match was at Lang Park. Ouch.
3. Australia wins the First Ashes Test. And loses the series.
Fair dinkum, this had to be the banker didn't it? Australia hadn't lost an Ashes series since 1986/87, and had just come off a rather successful domestic season and tour of New Zealand.
After eventually winning the First Test at Lord's comfortably, it all went downhill. Glenn McGrath trod on a ball and was ruled out just before the start of the Second Test, Ricky Ponting sent England into bat on a road, Jason Gillespie bowled tripe, Brett Lee was good in patches but still doesn't use his head when bowling all that often, and none of the batsmen really got going.
All through this Shane Warne was like the single sane man in the asylum, trying his damndest to stave off the inevitable. Now we have to listen to gloating Poms for the next few years (remember, they lost 1-0 to Northern Ireland and 3-1 to us. It tends to shut them up).
So folks, you can see why I'm a little bit hesitant about putting too much hope in NQ this Sunday. I hope against hope that my heart won't be broken again; alas, all I can see is another round of phonecalls from gloating friends.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
It Ain't Over 'Till It's Over...
AND yes, after nearly five years in what can best be described as cold conditions, my Southern Sojourn to Canberra and Cooma is now at an end.
It doesn't seem all that long ago that we loaded the old Pug, tidied up the insane mess of papers and the like that masqueraded as my bedroom of the time, and left the bright lights of Bris Vegas for the cold of the nation's capital.
I headed south in 2001 to study Sports Media at the University of Canberra (the only place in the country that it's offered) with the full intention of getting work back in Brisbane in 2004. Fate stepped in, and in late August 2003 I began working at the Cooma-Monaro Express (the Distress to its friends), where I remained until heading overseas in May this year.
Once overseas it was obvious I wouldn't be going back to Cooma, although this knowledge didn't make it any easier to say goodbye to friends in Cooma. I didn't get the chance to get to friends in Canberra: rest assured though I will visit before I go back o/s.
Life down south was tough: I lived in four different places in two and a half years in Canberra; while Cooma brought its own challenges to someone reared in the big smoke. All these things though brought about a much more rounded me, and one slightly more tolerable (but just as messy).
At any rate, here are some of the highlights of Stuart's Southern Sojourn.
Canberra = Brisbane Lions premierships
For those trying to figure out how that worked, it's fairly simple: the three years I was down in Canberra (2001-2003), the Brisbane Lions won AFL premierships.
The first was perhaps the most memorable. Cagey and I had driven down to Melbourne for reasons lost in the mist of time, and watched the game on the big screen at the Crown Casino. I got talking to two Carlton fans who were both going for Brisbane (on account of us playing Essendon), and sledged the little old Essendon fan sitting in front of me. That night we went out to a pub near Lygon Street (Pug's, I believe it's called), possibly watched Australian Idol finalist Millsy sing (this was before Idol), and ended up yelling very loudly at a security guard that we'd finally won. He smiled and let me stay, which was rather nice.
I spent the second flag sitting on the floor with my then flatmate, cursing some dodgy umpiring decisions that seemed to keep Collingwood in the match. The good guys prevailed eventually, then came out and slaughtered Collingwood in the 2003 decider after being written off beforehand. I got written off during this match though, and ended up stealing a wheelie-bin to break into the place I was staying after the other bloke hooked up with some chick.
Personal sporting premierships
Until moving to Canberra my out of school sporting activities were limited to one season of indoor cricket as a child. This multiplied somewhat down south: four seasons of cricket, two of Aussie rules football, four in total of mixed netball, three in total of indoor cricket, three of oztag and three of indoor soccer (mixed and male).
The first premiership (and indeed my first) was in the first season of indoor cricket in Canberra. We had a shit-hot side, with an old pro in Richard, a man with Gadget arms in Bort, a handy all-rounder and good leader in Honks, and just a bloody good all-round cricketer in Blaise. I bowled right-arm leg-spin around the wicket, generally getting people stumped when they came forward and missed the ball.
We lost our trial games convincingly, then came out and only lost one game all season before taking the premiership. It was a great team with everyone enjoying themselves immensly.
Down in Cooma we won a B-grade mixed netball comp, as well as three consecutive mixed indoor soccer finals. Jason and I were the only two to play in all three grand finals, and both of us contributed. We won the first easily, but came close to oblivion in the semi-final in the second season when the opposition's striker unleashed a thunderbolt. If it went in we were two down with a few minutes to go: instead the ball hit my arm and we ended up winning. It was a similar story in the third final, with me in goals and Jason up front setting up the win.
On the grog
We did some strange things on the grog. Those there will remember a karaoke night at the West Belconnen Leagues Club where we all got smashed. To make matters interesting there was precisely one attractive girl: at one stage Ivan was trying to chat her up when Cagey literally pushed him out of the way before beginning his own chatting.
There were some interesting nights with the ladies as well. Cagey missed out in Melbourne when we rebuffed the advances of the girl rubbing her arse against his groin, while I did a pretty good impersonation of a rabbit in the headlights one night in Canberra when I spotted a ring on the wedding finger of the girl hitting onto me. Turned out she was on the rags anyway.
Perhaps the best story from a night out though was one night at King O'Malley's in Canberra. I was out with Blaiser and the Cagey, with the latter two mentioning the same girl over and over again. After Cagey left (coincidence? maybe...) two of the girl's friends came over to chat to us other two, before one of them tag-teamed with the original soon after.
End result? Blaise and Kirsti are now happily married after a beautiful wedding in Brisbane. Not that Cagey and I were totally appreciative after Cagey won at the casino the night before. Mum had to drag us home about 3am the day of the wedding after we'd told her we'd be out for a while longer.
There's more to it than that, but I can't possibly include everything. If there's something stupid we did, why not post a comment and let the world know; otherwise, have fun, and see y'all next post.
It doesn't seem all that long ago that we loaded the old Pug, tidied up the insane mess of papers and the like that masqueraded as my bedroom of the time, and left the bright lights of Bris Vegas for the cold of the nation's capital.
I headed south in 2001 to study Sports Media at the University of Canberra (the only place in the country that it's offered) with the full intention of getting work back in Brisbane in 2004. Fate stepped in, and in late August 2003 I began working at the Cooma-Monaro Express (the Distress to its friends), where I remained until heading overseas in May this year.
Once overseas it was obvious I wouldn't be going back to Cooma, although this knowledge didn't make it any easier to say goodbye to friends in Cooma. I didn't get the chance to get to friends in Canberra: rest assured though I will visit before I go back o/s.
Life down south was tough: I lived in four different places in two and a half years in Canberra; while Cooma brought its own challenges to someone reared in the big smoke. All these things though brought about a much more rounded me, and one slightly more tolerable (but just as messy).
At any rate, here are some of the highlights of Stuart's Southern Sojourn.
Canberra = Brisbane Lions premierships
For those trying to figure out how that worked, it's fairly simple: the three years I was down in Canberra (2001-2003), the Brisbane Lions won AFL premierships.
The first was perhaps the most memorable. Cagey and I had driven down to Melbourne for reasons lost in the mist of time, and watched the game on the big screen at the Crown Casino. I got talking to two Carlton fans who were both going for Brisbane (on account of us playing Essendon), and sledged the little old Essendon fan sitting in front of me. That night we went out to a pub near Lygon Street (Pug's, I believe it's called), possibly watched Australian Idol finalist Millsy sing (this was before Idol), and ended up yelling very loudly at a security guard that we'd finally won. He smiled and let me stay, which was rather nice.
I spent the second flag sitting on the floor with my then flatmate, cursing some dodgy umpiring decisions that seemed to keep Collingwood in the match. The good guys prevailed eventually, then came out and slaughtered Collingwood in the 2003 decider after being written off beforehand. I got written off during this match though, and ended up stealing a wheelie-bin to break into the place I was staying after the other bloke hooked up with some chick.
Personal sporting premierships
Until moving to Canberra my out of school sporting activities were limited to one season of indoor cricket as a child. This multiplied somewhat down south: four seasons of cricket, two of Aussie rules football, four in total of mixed netball, three in total of indoor cricket, three of oztag and three of indoor soccer (mixed and male).
The first premiership (and indeed my first) was in the first season of indoor cricket in Canberra. We had a shit-hot side, with an old pro in Richard, a man with Gadget arms in Bort, a handy all-rounder and good leader in Honks, and just a bloody good all-round cricketer in Blaise. I bowled right-arm leg-spin around the wicket, generally getting people stumped when they came forward and missed the ball.
We lost our trial games convincingly, then came out and only lost one game all season before taking the premiership. It was a great team with everyone enjoying themselves immensly.
Down in Cooma we won a B-grade mixed netball comp, as well as three consecutive mixed indoor soccer finals. Jason and I were the only two to play in all three grand finals, and both of us contributed. We won the first easily, but came close to oblivion in the semi-final in the second season when the opposition's striker unleashed a thunderbolt. If it went in we were two down with a few minutes to go: instead the ball hit my arm and we ended up winning. It was a similar story in the third final, with me in goals and Jason up front setting up the win.
On the grog
We did some strange things on the grog. Those there will remember a karaoke night at the West Belconnen Leagues Club where we all got smashed. To make matters interesting there was precisely one attractive girl: at one stage Ivan was trying to chat her up when Cagey literally pushed him out of the way before beginning his own chatting.
There were some interesting nights with the ladies as well. Cagey missed out in Melbourne when we rebuffed the advances of the girl rubbing her arse against his groin, while I did a pretty good impersonation of a rabbit in the headlights one night in Canberra when I spotted a ring on the wedding finger of the girl hitting onto me. Turned out she was on the rags anyway.
Perhaps the best story from a night out though was one night at King O'Malley's in Canberra. I was out with Blaiser and the Cagey, with the latter two mentioning the same girl over and over again. After Cagey left (coincidence? maybe...) two of the girl's friends came over to chat to us other two, before one of them tag-teamed with the original soon after.
End result? Blaise and Kirsti are now happily married after a beautiful wedding in Brisbane. Not that Cagey and I were totally appreciative after Cagey won at the casino the night before. Mum had to drag us home about 3am the day of the wedding after we'd told her we'd be out for a while longer.
There's more to it than that, but I can't possibly include everything. If there's something stupid we did, why not post a comment and let the world know; otherwise, have fun, and see y'all next post.
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