Let me tell you about the time my sister and I were traveling through Ceduna, stopped for some oysters kilpatrick, anyway turns out there's a wedding on and they're out of oysters so while I'm waiting for the fishermen to come in with a fresh batch I say to the bartender "oi mate, you reckon Jonathan Thurston could knock out George Gregan?" And he says to me "F#ck off with that rugby stuff, we've got the power to win, the power to rule, come on Port Adelaide aggression", next thing I know Wayne Carey, Don Burke and Bryan Fletcher set a contested scrum in the middle of the restaurant and before you can shout play on, Richie McCaw and the editor of the Sun, who for some reason was wearing an Essendon jersey, show up with stanley knives. Slice and dice whole place is dead, McCaw grabs the microphone and says "I'm sorry rugby rugby league but I did it for the union trolls". Hits the stone cold stunner on Clive Churchill, cashes in the money in the bank contract, 1, 2, 3, rugby rugby league is eliminated from the North Shore and now we all play Gaelic.