Boss has approached the bye weekend consigned to the fact that there is nothing to do. "I was scuttled by Rolfey at Board level when they slammed the bags on my ticket to Victoria for the Country Championships. Fair dinkum, if I can't pick out quality young men who can play footy, and more importantly, attract them to Broadie, then who can? The Coach's assistant? Anyway I hate Mexicans, Crows and Cockroaches so who cares?"
Dave Emblem offered the Boss VIP passes to the Bluetongues but Boss was hesitant. "I'm with Tiger Woods on this one. Who cares about hockey? Just a bunch of expat Canuks with no teeth - and no bite! Body checks - I've seen better at the Gold Coast airport."
Hutchy's Dad offered tickets to the Bledisdoe Cup. "What, look at the bumsniffers for an hour or so with a final score of Australia sucks - New Zuland nil!"
The interchange bench from the Mt Gravatt game offered him a place on their trip to Venice for the weekend (see photo which shows Hamish Dicketti, Mark Perkinsetti, Joey Barrelli, and Tyler Greenetti in their Broadie travellers outfit), but Boss wasn't allowed to take bottled rum on the plane. Ditto for a trip to Sinney with Pat Evans to see the swannies.
Robina Roos for an afternoon? "Nah, Terry Wilson will be there."
Picnic with Dr Belinda? "Nah, Terry Wilson might be there too."
Lions v North at Carrara? "Rather watch a grapple tackle on a chicken's arm at Lang Park. That North dudded us, and now we're left with GC17 - sounds like a robot extra for a star wars movie made in Southport. The GC Robots???? Nah mate!"
"Guess I'll just scrub up on my coaching notes, if I can read 'em - Spackers wrote 'em!"
Last Modified on 27/11/2008 10:36
