I blame me wearing my 2016 Premiers Shirt to the game ,pride goeth before a fall.
I also blame an attack that was as potent as my backyard one legged blue tongue lizard.
The dumb passing by our backs ,Fifita playing silly bs whilst in possession.The rushed passing.
I blame every one of the Telecrap tipsters who not only unanimously, but each and every one and all, tipped the Sharks to win.
Our left side defence was as effective ,as wearing glad wrap in a tornado..
I blame the weather conditions on a wet pitch.I blame my wife ,who when I returned home after watching with my mates ,uttered those immmortal words."You got done again."
The Dragons were hardly world beaters.
I've kicked the cat too often, are there any quokkas out there who need a well aimed kick up the kyber?