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2011 ROUND 9: Titans v Bluebags

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Gold Coast Titans -V- Newtown Bluebags

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Game Thread:

* This is a game thread only. Only game posts can be made here - team lists, substitutions, and articles.
* Any other posts may result in loss of points and is at the discretion of the referee.
* Only original articles, not used in previous games, will be marked by referees.

Naming Teams:
* 5 -V- 5 (+ 2 reserves for the visiting team, + 3 reserves for the home team)
* No 'TBA' or changing players named
* Captains must stick with original teams named

Rules: http://f7s.leagueunlimited.com/rules.php
Official Word Counter: http://f7s.leagueunlimited.com/wordcount.php

Kick Off: Sunday 7th August 2011 (2100AEST)
Full Time: Wednesday 17th August 2011 (2100AEST)
Referee: Jesbass
Venue: Skilled Park
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With the bookies now offering enticing odds, here come the Titans:


1. Amadean
2. Tittoolate
6. tits&tans
7. Titan Uranus
11. Titanic

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8. bgdc
9. TT.BB
13. TITs ANonymouS
 

Willow

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tHE bLUEBAGS BuS rOLLs iNto RoBiNa pArK... LooKiNg soMEwHAT coNfuSEd.

NEWTOWN BLUEBAGS F7s TEAM - ROUND 9, 2011


Willow (c)
gorilla (vc)
AlwaysGreen
Red Bear
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Interchange:
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Cliffhanger

Good luck one and all :thumn
 

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Substitute: Titan Uranus has stubbed his toe on a dumpling. TU out and the old girl bgdc is in.
 

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tits&tans for the Titans with 745 words (OWC) between the stars.

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The League of Lost Languages

Sporting scholars in Australia have launched a three-year project to rediscover lost indigenous league languages (or as one tweed-coated comic quipped – leaguages).

The Academy for Rugby and Sports Exploration says that fragments of many lost ‘leaguages’ may still exist in papers left by early players and on walls of caves and other public sporting facilities written by early audiences.

The project is due to take three years and will involve the combined work and experience of over 45 linguists and sporting historians. These scholars will scour existing literature and paintings, will interview members of current indigenous communities, and will transcribe conversations with current NRL players of aboriginal descent. Upon completion, this project is expected to produce a number of documents and publications, among which, the most eagerly anticipated is the interestingly-named “Why does we spoke like what we speaking?”. It is also expected that the ARSE will ask help of the Royal Establishment for Aboriginal Research and the Body of Underrepresented Minorities.

Before British colonization began in Australia in around 1788, there did actually exist an early League culture amongst the multitude of aboriginal tribes. There were over 250 aboriginal languages being spoken at the time and it has been estimated that approximately 1 million people were speaking these languages. Based on modern day studies and equivalent situations, sporting historians have estimated that of these, there would have been close to 300,000 enthusiasts playing a version of today’s rugby league. At the moment, there are only a few dozen of these languages remaining and aboriginal communities only number around 470,000 people.

As New South Wales’ Arts and Sports Minister has commented, “A nation’s oral and manual ability is the backbone of its culture, none so more than in the arena of sports. … The investigation into the sports-related languages of our nation and our indigenous citizens is a very important project in this regard."

Many of these current and extinct languages contain and may have contained vital language components that could shed light of many of today’s sports more eclectic terminology (the chicken-wing tackle – a modern day equivalent of the emu-wrestle?, a dunny runner – a desperate and short sprint?, a grubber - a witchetty reference?, a ruck - possible mutation of the classic aboriginal stone-throwing attack method?)

Academics are worried that without such studies into this essential aspect of modern day Australian culture, we will lose this knowledge forever. This is not a unique phenomenon.

Somewhere on the remote Timor Sea coast of north Australia lives Jimmy Har’nut’s, one of three remaining speakers of KiKe Bal and, even past his physical prime, a serious rugby league player. It is problem enough that one of the other speakers doesn't live nearby and speaks a slightly different dialect. But the 92-year-old Aborigine also has to cope with the fact the other speaker is his sister - who traditional culture has forbidden him from speaking to since puberty. Jimmy’s language and knowledge of the history of indigenous league then, is almost certainly going to die out.

It's not the only one.

In 1992 a prominent US linguist stunned the academic world by predicting that by the year 2100, 90% of the world's languages would have ceased to exist.

Robert Munter, the acting CEO of media group Limited News which is backing the project, said the settlers’ first-hand accounts of watching the locals “involved in some sort of violent civil struggle with a kangaroo’s insides” are “unrivalled”. "These first-hand accounts are often the only surviving records of many indigenous sporting events," Munter told the ARSE.

Jane Grunt, head of the ARL Commission has pledged the full support of the NRL community and believes the project “will introduce and reconnect players with some of their indigenous heritage and culture."

An Australian government survey in 2004 found that only 145 indigenous languages were still spoken in Australia and that 110 of these were severely or critically endangered.

Perhaps this new project can be the beginning of a new period of enlightenment not only in the rugby league community but further afield as well.

However, we have exclusively learned that certain members of the NRL community are privately hoping that this will provide an opportunity to reach further into the aboriginal playing pool and remove more of the young talent. It also appears that a fair proportion of these costs could be offset under the title of “academic research”. We will be keeping a careful eye on these developments.

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Titanic for the Titans (750 OWC)

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"………and now, from our Bahrain desk: playing in front of a sell-out all male crowd of 120,000, the Middle East’s Sheik Bottle & Oil Cup Final ended in a one-sided drubbing as the Kuwait N’ Sea sunk the aspirations of Eric Clapton’s Electric Qatars.

This week, we take a trip down under to catch up on all the action from the Telstra National Rugby League, which runs from the Australian Summer to the European Winter. The NRL, now in its one hundred and sixth year, holds the current record for most points scored while the rest of the world is asleep and comprises of players primarily from Australia, New Zealand and some funny little islands forced to participate to drum-up support to avoid becoming French nuclear test sites.

Changes for the 2011 season, including the “overweight ex-Storm player rule” and the introduction of the controversial “rort ball” have lead to increased attendances. So it came as no surprise to see a sea of purple cap-wearing rude schoolchildren with little understanding of the rules packed into The Tina Arena to watch defending champions Melbourne Identity down Nescafé Gold Coast Blend 100-2 including a rare seven try septrick from Vegemite-dodging pivot Garth Waddup.

Up in the good old New South of Wales, last year’s runners up Sydney Poitier also played before a crowded house as 90’s pop star Neil Finn joined the twelve other away supporters making the 160,000km journey from Western Australia to cheer on Ben Waynette’s Perth Wind And Fire. The And Fire took a surprise early lead thanks to surrogate son Hairius Boid’s prodigious ego, but as is common in Australia the match was abandoned due to a bush fire and the result was decided by a fight between kangaroos dressed as meat pies.

In the evening games Kookaborough and Spiney E-Goodna played out a soul-destroying zip-zip stalemate at ABCDEFG Stadium. Thankfully, the action in Hobart was anything but crappy with Castlemania and Cairns You Believe It Mate? sharing ten send-offs in a match uglier than Codd Tarney’s rap sheet. The game was originally to be played in Queensland but was moved due to a clash with the Cairns Film Festival where enforcer cum actor Russell Raven was promoting his new animal buddy movie Six Tonnes of Stunted Runts Grunting.

It was a good call Raven wasn’t on the field in Tasmania as former St. Patrick’s High dropout Brett Whitefella went on a two-fisted tackling rampage leaving Cairns halfback Johnny-Boy Thirstyne in a coma made of grass and making him look anything but a super Dally Planet winner. Despite this setback the away side had one last laugh more than you’d get from a Julia Gizzard movie as Peter Piper – younger brother of Pickled Peppah the Newcastle Tinkle’s winger – crossed for the late winning try of local bogan Ernest Drongo’s cross kick.

Despite an expensive advertising campaign with the tagline ‘There’s nothing like Australia”, a short journey across the Nearly-a-Sea led us to the remarkably similar New Zealand for the weekend’s final games where the Peter Jackson sponsored Orc-Land trounced all-female side Adeladies 38-10 in front of a club record crowd of 16,000 lambs at Wai Kikkapaki’s farm. The defeat continues Adeladies ’poor form away from the Sheila’s Wheels Stadium but the win gave Orc-Land their second victory in ten days after shocking Christbloodychurch last week.

There were no surprises however in the weekend’s final match as Kiritekanawa, a team made up of Maoris and contestants from the popular reality show Big Bro, were pipped 5-4 by Airz Rox, who were formed in 1998 by members of the Rams and the Bears to cover their spiralling debts. Going into the penultimate round of games Rupert Murdoch owned Foxie News still lead the ladder on percentages but with the Darwin Lose or Draw not playing until Monday night the chase for The Amber Nectar goes on.

In other world rugby league news just in; Moscow’s Bolshevik side October Revolution swept to a glorious victory over urban-Royalist mash-up act Tsar in the Hood. That result means that league leaders, Krispy Kremlin, with their 14-12 win against Cyrillic side Цыриллиц Сиде maintain their two point advantage in their run towards the semis.

Finally, at Aleksandr Mostovoi Stadium in Volgogogograd, Ra-Ra Rasputin moved closer to qualification for the Eurovision Song Contest Cup after miraculously surviving multiple attempts to breach their try-line in a tense 20-19 win over satnav-sponsored Tom-Tomsk……"
 

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When Potato Sacks Were All the Rage

"They weren't called the Balmainiacs for nothing...!"
- Sean Fagan (RL1908), The Front Row Forums.

Anyone who visits Sydney generally heads towards the harbour.

Restaurants, cafes, bars and tourist attractions overlook what many believe is the best looking creek in the world. The wharves of Pyrmont, Darling Habour and East Balmain hold court to the home of the world famous Balmain bug. Yes, Balmain, the jewel in the crown... prime real estate that rubs shoulders with the rich and famous as they compete for the most sought after view in Australia!

But it wasn't always that way.

I was fortunate enough to see the final days of the old inner-city, before the 2000 Olympics, before Sydney became a tourist trap. In the 1970s, Balmain was still working class, Darling Harbour was a railway yard, Pyrmont Bridge was open to traffic, the old piers had boats docking and there was plenty of work for everyone. Back then, for 20 cents you could take a bus from Newtown to Circular Quay and you could catch a ferry to Manly for $1.00. It sounds cheap now, it was cheap then. It was the greatest city in Australia. To top it off, Sydney was home to the greatest rugby league competition in the world. Good times.

It's history that the old communities were ripped down in the 1980s to make way for the modern communities that we have today. The old working class fought hard to keep their homes, but to no avail. Alas, they were a dying breed, the descendants of street kids - the last of the Balmainiacs.

To get an understanding of the origins of the Balmainiacs, you have to go back to the 1800s, a time when playing football was the pastime of rich gentlemen. Trophies were frowned upon and professionalism was outlawed. Of course, working class children often played in the street, sometimes bare foot and wearing dyed potato sacks as their jerseys. If their fathers wanted to play football, and got injured, they didn't work. If a man didn't work, his family simply went without. Suffice to say, it was a game that only the upper class could afford to play.

By the turn of the century, things had changed. The inequity of class, the growing professionalism and the Great Schism in England saw turmoil erupt in Sydney's rugby circles. In the middle of the mix were Balmain. From the very beginning, they were at loggerheads with the Metropolitan Rugby Union (MRU), usually over home ground allocation. They became a constant thorn in the side of the MRU, thus earning their Balmainiacs nickname.

When the New South Wales Rugby League (NSWRL) was formed in 1908, Balmain didn't need to be asked twice. While most other foundation clubs took about half the players away from Rugby Union in their districts, the Balmain area saw a mass exodus with virtually every player switching to League. Then, in what was a classic protest against authority, the Balmain supporters proceeded to wreak havoc with their old Union directors. At a Balmain Rugby Union's club meeting of 1908, the League converts voted against the election of every official, thereby preventing Balmain from forming a Rugby Union club for the coming season. The Balmainiacs had struck again!

But it didn't end there.

In 1909, a cash-strapped NSWRL convinced clubs to hand over their gate takings to the League. Balmain, the competition's largest draw card, lobbied for the Souths v Balmain Final to be played at a neutral venue, Wentworth Park. The NSWRL scheduled the game for the Agricultural Ground, South Sydney's home ground. To complicate matters further, the Final was billed as a curtain raiser for the 'Wallabies v Kangaroos' match.

As history shows, the Balmainiacs went ballistic. They refused to play and colluded with sacked former NSWRL boss Alexander Knox to white-ant the NSWRL. It didn't go entirely to plan, the NSWRL survived and Knox was banned from rugby league for life. But the Balmainiacs showed yet again that they were not to be trifled with. They were divisive, probably bogan nutters, but there is something to be admired about the anarchistic nature of their methods.

Nowadays, we call it keeping the bastards honest.

But they're all gone. The final remnants of the Balmainiacs finally left us when their descendants were forcibly removed from the landscape in the 1980s. It wasn't long after that the old Sydney competition was absorbed into the 'bigger picture'. A coincidence, perhaps.

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Desperate Acts

News just in:

A slightly insane, balding man dressed in a lime green body suit calling himself AlwaysGreen and claiming he represents the Canberra Raiders Action Partnership (CRAP) has kidnapped Victor the Viking and made the following demands:

1) All rugby league journalists, commentators, experts and fans must pick Canberra to win the wooden spoon in 2012. Further, these predictions must be plastered throughout Canberra and personally delivered to Canberra players before each game.
2) A STAT dose of 6,000,000 units of acne ointment to be delivered to Josh Dugan. The Dugan has been hampered by injury this year, some of it boil related. The Dugan must be covered in creams, unguents and mud baths at all times.
3) Terry Campese’s legs must be placed in a protective bubble at all times. He must also be transferred everywhere in a wheelchair. His groin is not to be touched by anyone. Mrs Campese, this includes you.
4) All dogs to be removed from the greater Canberra region. All peanut-based products must also be destroyed. Parties of any sort must also be banned.
5) The NRL draw must be rewritten to ensure that Canberra play all games at Canberra Stadium against St George Illawarra. Further, these matches against the Dragons can only be played at a temperature below 4 degrees Celsius.
6) Gary Belcher and Laurie Daley to be banned from commentating on all Canberra games. Not because they have anything to do with the side losing, just because they are poor.
7) The 1989, 1990 and 1994 Grand Finals are to be played on continuous loop on all stations. Benny Elias, Phil Gould and Martin Bella must be forced to watch them.
8) “The Green Machine” is to replace “Advance Australia Fair” as the national anthem of Australia.

Unless these demands are met, Victor the Viking, glorious mascot of the mighty Canberra Raiders, will be held at an undisclosed location and not permitted to mimic the Canberra Raiders cheerleaders on game day. If our demands are met Victor will be released unharmed.

New Flash: Crazy man holding Victor the Viking hostage releases CRAP manifesto.

We the people of the Canberra Raiders Action Partnership seek justice for all Canberra Raiders and liberation from David Furner’s coaching regime.

We seek vengeance against the organisers of Canberra home games half-time entertainment.

We desire that supporters of other clubs be as rational and humble as our glorious selves.

We wish that all fan’s attitudes towards referees are as reasonable and unbiased as ours.

We hope that all our home games are frosty and all our merchandise reasonably priced.

We pray that John ‘Chicka’ Ferguson be made a saint.

News Update: Fool still holds Victor the Viking hostage.

A crackpot Canberra Raiders fan calling himself AlwaysGreen, continues to hold popular and hilarious Canberra resident Victor the Viking hostage. Claiming to represent a disenchanted Canberra supporters group, the nutcase has threatened to shave off Victor’s beard if demands are not met.

The lunatic, file photo below, has released the following statement:

“Victor is safe, safe as David Furner’s job. However if demands are not met I will shave his beard off. Then it will be his hair and then his horns. You have two days to meet my requests, otherwise the Viking gets it. PS whatever happened to Woodgers?”

A police spokesman has revealed that the threats are being treated very seriously.

“Having dealt with Raiders fans in the past we know that many are as crazy as a Dave Furner selection. We are taking the threats seriously and have a suspect. Our aim is to ensure that Mr Viking is released without harm so that he can continue his hilarious hijinks at future Raiders games”.

Police are asking that anyone with any information on CRAP and CRAP members contact them immediately.
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News Latest: Victor safe, suspect taken into custody.

Lovable mascot Victor the Viking has been returned safe after 3 days as a hostage. Mr Viking, age 31, was mascotnapped earlier this week by a Canberra supporter disappointed at his side’s woeful showing in 2011. The suspect, a Mr A Green, was captured after police raided a Cockington Green home on Friday. The suspect was hauled away and will appear before court on Monday. Mr Green made this comment after his arrest:

“I’m sorry to everyone but I was just so frustrated. Another season down the drain. I love youse all”.

Canberra are expected to challenge for the wooden spoon in 2012. :?

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Amadean kneels before a red-eyed idol and wails 747 words for the Titans

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South Sydney Satanists


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A lot has been written about the South Sydney Rabbitohs’ recent run of form. Phrases like ‘playing with heart’, ‘creative football’ and ‘bloody oath that Nathan Merritt bloke sure can score tries’ have been thrown around by pundits without care or consideration.

If those pundits had cared, if they were even slightly considerate, then the public discussion would be on a subject far more weighty than ‘should Crocker retain the captaincy when Asotasi returns from injury?’ [correct answer: who cares? John Sutton has been doing all the on-field leadership work anyway – ed.]

For in truth the mighty, mighty Rabbitohs have met their run of ungodly form in precisely the manner in which you would expect: Satanism. More precisely, through the ungodly worship of Russell Crowe’s band ‘30-odd Foot of Grunts’ with the express intention of incanting Lucifer, the Fallen, the Morningstar, into the body of an innocent human child.

I realise this is hardly a controversial take on recent matches. Despite their fairly controversial game-plan, the Rabbitohs have been far from subtle. In the post-match interview following their 29-point thrashing of Canberra’s Raiders, Eels-bound halfback Chris Sandow told a reporter that "a few teams will be shaking in their boots if we are going to be in the eight". Anyone closely watching the interview would’ve heard his gently terrifying eyes ordering them to wash their clothes in the blood of virgin goats and then buy 30 Odd Foot of Grunts’ mesmeric 2003 album “Other Ways of Speaking”.

Indeed, the Rabbit’s players have been exceedingly blatant regarding their new allegiance to Beelzebub Lord of Lies and Prince of Deception, Let All Who Hear His Name Gaze Into The Darkness Of Their Souls And Despair. Following hooker Isaac Luke’s third successful conversion of the match against the Canberra Raiders, eagle-eyed spectators would’ve seen his seemingly wildly-flailing arms carefully make the sign of the pentagram (when seen from below) and then would have heard their mirror whisper to them of sweetly dark deeds for many mornings afterwards. That Isaac Luke very deliberately does not resemble Stewart Kirwan, flugelhorn player for 30 Odd Foot of Grunts, tells observers all they could possibly need to know about the dark rituals performed in post-match Redfern.

“Well, so what?” I hear the downtrodden soles of my shoes cry. “That the occasional Rabbitohs player sings the occasional psalm to Satan does not mean they are reaping their success from the demon-possessed bodies of children!” Oh, dear sweet feet, how I wish I had your belief in humanity’s inner goodness. Although you spend every day being trodden into the sod of the earth, yet truly within you dwells the soul of an innocent. For you see, sweet feet of mine, that the deep intentions of the Rabbitohs are laid brazenly before the eyes of all, so confident are they in their evil.

Red. Green. Red and Green. Red. Green. Green the colour of growth and renewal, of spring and vibrancy. Green of grass, green of trees, green of the eyes of a girl I knew far too briefly. And Red. Red of flesh open to flies. Red of blood splattered on the cross. Red of devilish torment, red of that light you see when you accidentally stick your fingers in your eyes again and again and again. Red and Green.

Souths paint themselves in all that tempts the innocent, with luscious greens of growing boughs to delight the young and draw them in. Ah, but in their arrogance they are bedecked with the red of sacrifice, the red of flesh, the red of Satan and blood and betrayal.

This is the dark and sacred truth of the Rabbits: the players are energised by Crowe’s irredeemable 30 Odd Foot of Grunts. They are given drive and twisted purpose through the machinations of Angel of Deceit. They attract the young and innocent fan of League through garish and merry colour schemes. Then they shall make the finals and summon the great dragon that was cast out, that serpent of old: Lucifer, son of the morning.

And so we must all cheer our mightiest for the honourable North Queensland Cowboys. We must roar defiant behind happy Jon Thurston and the brave men of Dairy Farmers. For, should the twisted rabbits of New South Wales win their way towards the finals, then woe betide us all.

Cowboys “be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.”
 
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Young Talent Time

Youth. If sport was defined by buzzwords, this would be the dominant one of recent history. Across Australian sport at present greater and greater emphasis is placed upon the idea of having youth, promoting youth and recruiting youth. Rugby league’s example of course is the National Youth Competition (As an ABC listener I won’t be giving its proper name).

I’m not completely against the competition as an idea, and there are definitely aspects of the under 20s competition that are extremely positive. That all under 20’s contracted players must be involved in some sort of training, whether that be secondary or tertiary education or some form of apprenticeship, is a long overdue initiative. Countless footballers who haven’t quite made the grade or been injured at an inopportune time have been left with nothing after devoting their prime years to the sport.

I just get the uneasy feeling that we’re going about this the wrong way, and that we’ll lose good players, and promote others at the wrong time.

To be fair rugby league is not the only code that has gone down this path. The whole youth emphasis is a result of the increased competition for players between our various sporting codes.

For a long time the AFL has recruited it’s players by spitting out the best 18 year olds in the country to various clubs based on their previous seasons performances. Even recently Cricket Australia’s contract list included Patrick Cummins, just 18 years old, based on three first class matches and a few decent Twenty/20 games.

The codes are scared about their player resources, hence half the competition between them is who can offer the best early reward.

The flipside is when this policy gets shown up as extremely flawed. As part of entering a new side in the competition this year, the AFL gave the lion’s share of young talent to the Gold Coast Suns. For the most part the team has been smashed, and who knows what hindrance being outmuscled and outplayed every week has to the development of players. Cricket Australia has always scrapped the disastrous Futures League format, which saw the second XI competition replaced with an Under 23s equivalent.

Which brings me back to the National Youth Competition. This is the rugby league’s reaction to the increased emphasis on youth. Again, in premise a good idea. To have an under 20s level that is nationalised assists in our player development.

The flaw I believe is making it the primary step up to first grade, largely due to the shear physical nature of the game. For 100 years before the implementation of the National Youth Competition reserve grade served its purpose as the stepping stone for talented young players to adjust to the physical demands of playing against adults.

Taking this stepping stone away has a profound effect at a number of levels.
Firstly, it’s clear by the types of scores we see in the NYC that defence isn’t anywhere near the levels of first grade. Players able to tear up the defences of an under 20s team attempt to do the same thing with the same excessive footwork to seasoned first graders, and often will get crunched. It’s an environment that doesn’t create smart football.

Secondly, often times players just aren’t physically ready for first grade. We’re promoting players who need time to fill out. The human body doesn’t fully mature till 22-23 years old in most cases. Players such as Tim Simona and Kane Morgan have looked noticeably undersized when playing first grade and not at all ready for the step up.

The often forgotten prop forwards generally do not start to perform until their mid twenties. Keith Galloway is an example of a player who took a number of years to make an impact. The emphasis on talented youth can easily see these players cast aside before they’ve even had a chance to show their worth.

Interestingly, George Burgess, despite being eligible for the South Sydney NYC team, has spent the entire season playing for the Bears, suggesting that others involved in the game have noticed the importance of the physical adjustment required for first grade football.

The types that work in the football departments of clubs should take note! It is time to realise that different positions and different players develop well after the 20-year-old cut off, particularly in those areas where clubs prefer to draw their talent from.
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Rainy Afternoon Blues

Saturday afternoon. I look dully about the Mumbai apartment. The monsoon rains are so intense that our walls are leaking. Not pleasant in, but can’t go out either; traffic will be stopped dead for hours.

What to do?

Beer? No. Still crook from last night. [An aside: the government has slapped such massive taxes on booze that celebrations or sorrows drowning are exercises only to be undertaken under advice, not that I let common sense get in the way….]

Snooze? Nope, can’t give in to human frailty.

Read? Ugh, my head hurts when I try to focus. Was it the smokes or the last bottle of slightly-off wine? Probably the wine…..

Eat? Dry toast is about the limit.

Gym? Go to buggery.

Footy on TV? Of course! This will distract me from pain and engage me sufficiently to build some enthusiasm for dinner-with-friends tonight. It will bring back fond memories of playing the game (so many) years ago and will rekindle the joy of Qld’s 6-nil record in State of Origin.

But wait.

I’m remembering something……

Noooooooo!!!!!!

I can’t get rugby of either code on the telly here! The cursed Australian Channel only shows Aussie Rules, having ditched the ARL or ARU in favour of the too-tight-shorts sport. Is the programming boss female, a Victorian or someone I was vile to in a previous life? All of the above? The other sports channels show cricket, cricket, cricket and wrestling. Occasionally soccer.

Misery.

While others might settle for Aussie Rules, I’m stymied. I’d watch re-runs of Friends but I’m afraid my brain will leak out my ears.

I pace. Gaze out the window. Play with my blackberry. Mrs TTL’s keen eye notices this no-league-blues, and courtesy of the pacing spots the glimmer of life in me. This, of course, hits an inbuilt ‘weekend jobs’ trigger, and so she presents me with my ‘new’ list. I’m trapped. With practiced grace I accept said list and peruse. Funny, some of these are familiar. Aha! Some of these are old friends! I have been avoiding them for weeks.

“Right,” I say with my most charming and winning smile, “thanks for reminding me. I’ll get on with these” and slink off to the study to hone my jobs-avoidance skills. Naturally Mrs TTL follows 30 seconds later, because she damn-well knows about the jobs-avoidance thing.

I confess. “There’s only bloody aussie rules on the TV. I’m adrift in a sea of monsoon, hangover, outstanding jobs, and daunting bar prices with no league OR union to rescue me.”

Mrs TTL, showing a rare lack of intuition, questions why I can’t just watch Aussie Rules and be happy about it? Its sport isn’t it? From home? And where’s your list, I have a few things to add.

Carefully palming the list, I ponder these points. I recall many blokes who could watch any sport on TV and be happy. What is different for me? I toss around the concept of tribalism but find that too convenient, too glib on its own. For me to watch, I decide, I have to be engaged. It’s not enough that the sport merely exists. I have to have an affiliation with the sport to enjoy the game, otherwise its just noise and colours. It has to speak to me on some sort of experiential level. Hence I’m a big disappointment to my pommy mates who gleefully stay up to 3am watching that round ball game.

You see I don’t know how it feels to take a contested mark, to clear the ball from a throw in or balls up, ah, ball-up. I don’t know how it feels to head in a goal. But I do know how it feels to tackle and be tackled; what happens when you punt high and follow through. I can feel the ball in my hands and know innately what it feels like to put someone through a gap. It’s not an academic interest, but watching league and union on telly elicits a visceral response that no other sport can deliver. My mind’s eye can see the game from the turf level, not just the commentary box.

You see I just can’t take other sports purely as a spectator. If I can’t feel it, like with League, I’d be better off with my jobs. Almost.
 

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The Titans have been struggling for form on the field, and well we’re just going through a tough time. Really, it isn’t pretty. My lovely Titan lads have had no luck with injuries, our favourite talents are looking lustfully at the retirement bench and even the gorgeously loyal Titans fans are staying away from Skilled Park.

But it isn’t all miserable gloom-and-doom on the Coast, oh no! My beautiful boys are missing something in try-scoring and try-stopping, but you just can’t try stopping them from having wonderful hair! Just think of these stunning specimens and you’ll see what I mean: Ryan ‘Lover-Locks’ James, Beau ‘Beau’ Henry, Ben ‘Curly’ Ridge and Scotty ‘Subtle spikes’ Prince are true ‘fashionistas’ of the hairstyle realm.

Oh, I know, the Titans are fighting the Eels for bottom spot (why can’t someone else get a dainty wrist-slap for cheating? Manly would do nicely thanks!), but it really is hard to care about not being last. Watching their games now is almost a chore: my boys probably won’t win, but they will definitely get their hair mussed up! How can anyone with a gentle and tasteful soul sit and watch such lovely lads get all sweaty and messy?

Well, ok, I can.

Some weeks it is just wonderful. You let the score line disappear, have another sip of Sauv Blanc, and just enjoy the locks. Such a wave of happy feelings runs through my legs when the beautiful Beau Henry runs towards the line that I don’t mind whether he drops the ball or not. Last week, I don’t think my Beau caught any passes at all! I saw him get pushed around by those horrid Storm thugs, some of who ran around him over and over again (I’m looking at you Billy ‘BigNose’ Slater!), but it didn’t matter, not really. His chin was chiselled and his hair was shaped, elegant and manly and all was right in my world.

Oh, maybe everything isn’t perfect – I understand that. Poor little lamb Scotty Prince has gone and hurt himself again and I miss his happy face on the field. The darling playmaker has such tough spikes running back from such a strong forehead that it seems impossible he could ever get hurt!

Oh, but he gets hurt all the time. Whenever he plays I have to watch through my fingers in case he tears something or breaks something or, god forbid, has that ugly athletic tape wound around his ears. Don’t you think there must be a better way of keeping a bandage on than by making the prettiest man to ever pull on boots look silly? I do, and I’ve told everyone who’ll listen that we need to find invisible masking tape for our rugged men.

Even our most rugged tough young boys are coming undone. Did you see that Souths game where poor Lover-Locks got his hair pulled and then his ACL torn? It was just awful. Ryan is a wonderful young man, always polite and sensitive (I imagine) and he didn’t deserve to get his legs all hurt so badly. And that Nathan Peats who pulled Ryan hair? Well he should be ashamed! Just because Ryan probably gets all the girls and Nathan is an ugly man is no reason to get all jealous and go hair-pulling. Lover-locks has just soft curls too, I’d hate to see them wrecked just because some horrid thug didn’t feel pretty enough in his own skin. Moisturising is the answer, not violence!

I know I should be thinking about the plays instead of the appearance, but it is so hard. After all, even if we win we still lose. When your boys can’t make the eight you still want to support them. I won’t stop loving them just because they are having horrible luck with injuries. All I’m doing is finding something else to love. It isn’t that hard, after all, they are gorgeous!
 
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Cliffhanger for the Bluebags.
Losing my Religion

I HAVE a confession to make; on the afternoon OF October 3rd 2010 I was perhaps the only Roosters’ season ticketholder not watching the Grand Final.

I was not sick; I was not working, I was not at my best friend’s wedding; or at the funeral of a loved one. I was hiking in the Blue Mountains under torrential rain. Now before you shun me, hear me out, I planned to be home on time to watch the match, I just did not get there. However, I knew I had taken a risk. I love the Roosters, I could never support another side, I am as emotionally invested in my side as a person can be, I just happen to have strange ways of allowing my love for my side to manifest itself.

Now I am not the bandwagon fan who only cares when the Roosters are riding high – a bandwagon fan would not miss their team’s Grand Final. To be honest, I probably love my side even more when they are woeful – just like a mother loves their child more when they are sick, despite my faults my loyalty is fairly consistent. Come December this year I will be renewing my season ticket, just like I have done for the past seven seasons, my transgression in 2012 will be missing a lot of those matches.

There was a time when I probably would have skipped my own wedding to attend a Roosters’ match, I probably would have skipped my mother’s funeral to attend one. A few seasons ago I would shed tears over a Roosters’ loss and the pain would not completely disappear until we clocked a win. Every night I would pray to God for a Roosters’ victory on the weekend. But I slowly grew out of it. It is not like I became disinterested I just reached a stage where I could not plan my weekend around the footy and there were a lot of thing I cared more about. Perhaps it was a part of growing up, or maybe a result of developing new interests, whatever it was, being a Roosters’ supporter has taken a backseat to my climbing, and other outdoor adventures.

There are a lot of unspoken rules NRL supporters live by and as my above confessions reveal – I have broken a lot of them over the last few seasons but surely I cannot be the only one. Circumstances change, you find new interests and you just cannot be as active with your support anymore. I mean surely NRL cannot possibly be number one in every supporter’s life. Think about it why should a fan need to watch every match to be considered a loyal supporter? I still love my side, I still support my club financially, I defend them, I even hold an irrational hatred towards all their opponents.

Maybe there are no excuses and it is time to call a spade a spade. My name is Cliffhanger and I am an awful NRL supporter!

So why keep up the charade? Why do I keep renewing my season ticket when I attend so few matches? Well because despite everything I still want to be part of my club, I still love the sport and my side. Let’s get one thing straight; when I attend a Roosters’ match I go on an emotional roller coaster, I scream I swear and on occasion become a little violent. I still care, but when the crag is calling me on a weekend then I will be climbing some cliff faces and I will not even look up the score in between climbing routes and when all is said and done I will have no regrets.

Rugby League is a great sport, the game is exciting and the players get better every season, I will always love NRL sometimes you just have no choice but only to be there in spirit.
 

Willow

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Thank you Time Keeper. :D

And thanks Titans for the match - some great reads. Looks like we fell short so apologies to the F7s.

Thanks to AlwaysGreen, Red Bear and Cliffhanger for rallying so well.

Over to you ref.
 

Titanic

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Much better effort Titans ... thanks for that and the Sandy Crack Cup beckons like the Colossus of Rhodes.

Some good reading there 'Bags.

Take your time ref, anytime before Sunday brunch would be fine, thanks.
 
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Jesbass

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Thanks, time keeper! Turns out the regular bloke was stuck on the bog after a bad case of vindaloo-itis!
 

Jesbass

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Just looking over my schedule, folks - I'm planning to mark this on the morrow. :thumn
 

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