After ten years as the joke team of the ARL/SL/NRL/whatever, North Queensland have finally shown they're capable of winning more than the wooden spoon. For long-suffering NQ fans like myself this is finally a chance to very quietly get one back at those who seek to poke fun at people who go for bottom sides.
It's actually been a pretty good year for that, what with St Kilda and Geelong now in the final four of the AFL. I can certainly sympathise with Geelong fans - their task next weekend is similar to the one the Cowboys faced on Saturday night against the Bulldogs.
It was a win for the ages then - one for those of us who've endured wooden spoon after wooden spoon, the igonomy of winning the opening four matches of 1998 to finish 16th out of 20, who've had to endure the smugness of opposition fans when they come to play us. Such was my own lack of confidence in the game that anyone who said we'd get done got a small nod of the head and the standard "just happy to be there" line. Being down in Cooma, NSW means there's a fair few more Bulldogs fans than NQ fans.
But please, oh please, spare me the inane questions, the inane comments by a certain commentary team in the last few weeks.
"Fans in Townsville, Cairns, Mackay etc, your team is in the finals." What, don't those of us living elsewhere count?
"What does this win mean for the people of NQ?" It means they've got another excuse to go out and get pissed on the weekend.
"What would a home semi against the Broncos mean to NQ?" It means we've got a chance of finally beating those cocky bloody Broncos.
Fair dinkum, blind Freddie could see that we're all very happy with our team's performance. Please spare me this condescending rubbish - Brad Fittler doesn't get asked what a premiership means to Sydney, so why the f^#! should we?
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Monday, August 09, 2004
Watch your names
It’s probably fair to say that none too many people have read a book written by someone in an end-of-year music chart and laughed quite considerably.
It’s probably fair to say none too many people have read a book by a music charter full-stop. By and large the only thing I want to read by a performer is a songbook with music and lyrics.
But while idly perusing through the end-of-year ARIA charts I happened across number 21 for 1988, a little ditty called "Stutter Rap" by Morris Minor and the Majors.
If you haven’t heard of this song before, don’t despair. I’d only heard of it for the first time when Morris Minor, aka Tony Hawks, released a book called "One Hit Wonderland".
Tony Hawks is a Pom (Englishmen for those who prefer proper terms), and has written three books, all about bets. "One Hit Wonderland" involves a bet he made to get a top-20 single anywhere in the world. "Round Ireland With A Fridge" details how Tony went around Ireland with a fridge (a 100 pound bet), while "Playing the Moldavans At Tennis" examines the difficulties involved in trying to play a national soccer team at tennis.
Now some of you may be thinking the name Tony Hawks is familiar - doesn’t one of the kids idolise him? A quick check with the nearest "with-it" kid may find that name is one used by a professional skate-boarder. If so, beat the kid over the head with a large object (cricket bats are my personal favourite) and tell them they are wrong.
You see, one of the funniest parts of Tony Hawks website is when he replies to people who think he is Tony Hawk, professional skateboarder. Lots of unfortunates write to Tony Hawks asking for tips. Messer Hawks gives these two for starters:
Don't stand downwind of flatulent people, and try not to get involved in leapfrogging unicorns.
True words if ever I’ve heard them.
Thinking that people who read books were more intelligent than kid skateboarders, I e-mailed the web people for Tony Hawk and asked if they’d heard of the author. They said they had, and yes, they did get e-mails for him.
So what’s the bloody point? Check names before you write/talk etc peoples. You may get severely embarrassed by a smart-arse author.
The e-mails and their replies can be found at http://www.tony-hawks.com/skatemail.php.
And for those who don't give a rats, I've now changed jobs to be a sports writer. This means I can now quite legitimately look up Inside Sport and claim it's expanding my knowledge and understanding of the world around me.
It’s probably fair to say none too many people have read a book by a music charter full-stop. By and large the only thing I want to read by a performer is a songbook with music and lyrics.
But while idly perusing through the end-of-year ARIA charts I happened across number 21 for 1988, a little ditty called "Stutter Rap" by Morris Minor and the Majors.
If you haven’t heard of this song before, don’t despair. I’d only heard of it for the first time when Morris Minor, aka Tony Hawks, released a book called "One Hit Wonderland".
Tony Hawks is a Pom (Englishmen for those who prefer proper terms), and has written three books, all about bets. "One Hit Wonderland" involves a bet he made to get a top-20 single anywhere in the world. "Round Ireland With A Fridge" details how Tony went around Ireland with a fridge (a 100 pound bet), while "Playing the Moldavans At Tennis" examines the difficulties involved in trying to play a national soccer team at tennis.
Now some of you may be thinking the name Tony Hawks is familiar - doesn’t one of the kids idolise him? A quick check with the nearest "with-it" kid may find that name is one used by a professional skate-boarder. If so, beat the kid over the head with a large object (cricket bats are my personal favourite) and tell them they are wrong.
You see, one of the funniest parts of Tony Hawks website is when he replies to people who think he is Tony Hawk, professional skateboarder. Lots of unfortunates write to Tony Hawks asking for tips. Messer Hawks gives these two for starters:
Don't stand downwind of flatulent people, and try not to get involved in leapfrogging unicorns.
True words if ever I’ve heard them.
Thinking that people who read books were more intelligent than kid skateboarders, I e-mailed the web people for Tony Hawk and asked if they’d heard of the author. They said they had, and yes, they did get e-mails for him.
So what’s the bloody point? Check names before you write/talk etc peoples. You may get severely embarrassed by a smart-arse author.
The e-mails and their replies can be found at http://www.tony-hawks.com/skatemail.php.
And for those who don't give a rats, I've now changed jobs to be a sports writer. This means I can now quite legitimately look up Inside Sport and claim it's expanding my knowledge and understanding of the world around me.
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