Just got home. Drove 400 k's there and back to watch this awful game. Woeful refereeing (Sutton dropped it between his legs, it went directly towards our tryline and the wanker ref reckons it was a knock on), woeful first half by us against a woeful team that clearly is inferior to us. Surrounded by Newcastle inbreds in the stands (seriously, Jennifer Hawkins is the only attractive person to come from that hole in the history of Newcastle) giving ME shit for being a Souths fan..
After the game went out and got drunk with the mates I was staying with. I'm pretty sure I drank every drop of alcohol in Newcastle to try and get over this game. Woke up at 11am today stuck between my mates couch and the wall. Worst hungover ever, people I don't know passed out all over the house (apparently I invited 6 strangers to crash at the house...which wasnt mine).
Spent all day at a beach trying to forget about last night. Then drove 400 k's while still probably over the limit. Now I look like a tomato from the sunburn, still got a headache from drinking, sore from driving 800ks in 2 days. And this BS game is still engraved in my memory and won't f**k off.
Oh well, when we get a coach who knows how to teach a vaguely competent defense next year, and a halfback who can make a tackle without either killing himself...or missing the tackle, and with a fit Burgess and Inglis, we're going to dominate this comp.
Meanwhile Melbourne to put 50 on this hopeless mob we lost to (if they were any good they'd have scored 50 in the 1st half, we were that shit). And Newcastle to come 8th next year too (a hooker slowed down by Super league is a massive step down from De Gois...+the shit halves).
