Willow | Bluebags
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In the heat of the moment
The heat of the Queensland day had gone. A casually dressed crowd thronged the busy street of the coastal metropolis. Men and women sat at the open public bar of the newly named Hog's Breath Cafe, having a yarn while sipping on schooners of beer and glasses of wine. Backpackers from the train station would swagger along in search of a place to sit and eat. A quiet gaiety pervaded the place, for war had not yet come, and peace and prosperity reigned.
With dusk approaching, it was too early for any excitement or anything untoward that might take place.
But suddenly the smiling calm was disturbed. The backpackers' shuffles were stilled, the rattle of the foot traffic was stopped. The drinkers placed their glasses on the tables, and rose to their feet. They gazed up the street towards old Lang Park where footballers, fresh from their training run, were letting out the ribald shouts of common folk witnessing something out of the ordinary. Questions leapt across the streetscape as the laughter drew closer and reached fever pitched proportions. Soon no explanation was needed, for to the unconealed joy of the idlers and to the horror of the more conservative gentry, a man was seen running down the middle of the road, blindly taking no account of the obstacles – stark naked!
He was shouting something... one word, over and over...
“Eureka! Eureka!”
A madman, obviously, suffering from the effects of the day's sun. But the streaker was recognised by some.
The naked runner was John Ribot de Bressac, former rugby league player and the chief architect of Super League.
John was born in Queensland and had a top class playing career that spanned seven years from 1978-1985. He played for Newtown, Wests and Manly in the big league of the day, the Sydney Competition in the New South Wales Rugby League.
The Brisbane Broncos joined the old Sydney Competition in 1988, 80 years after its inception, and were immediately suspicious that their cousins in the NSWRL were not providing enough returns for the Queensland franchise. The powers had long recognised Ribot de Bressac as an au fait business personality, and they commissioned him to determine a method of how much gold was contained in the game of rugby league in NSW.
A few years later, on the day of discovery, Ribot de Bressac arrived at the Lang Park bathhouse contemplating the gold problem. We can imagine him lowering himself into the tub, then rising from it, studying with an interest as the liquid levels changed. The warmth of the water and childish preoccupation providing clarity... that soon developed into euphoria. Then suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue, the solution was pushed to the front of his mind! Big John splashed out of his tub, shouting those immortal words at the top of his voice.
Without waiting, or thinking ahead, he raced out of the bathhouse and rushed through the streets of Brisbane still bellowing,
“Eureka! Eureka!”
Ribot de Bressac had concluded that a team's weight plunged into a competition was equal to the weight it displaces. To determine how much gold was in the competition, his Brisbane benefactor only had to add more teams in order to displace those teams which were of no use to their silent business partners.
It was a discovery that would see the game spiral into a series of unforseen events, with administrators on both sides emulating Ribot de Bressac's nude run on numerous occasions. What followed is well documented in the history books. The subsequent 'Super League War' saw many teams, and their fans, suffer. Indeed, the peaceful tidings of yesteryear will never return.
Ribot de Bressac's legacy can been seen to this day in the southern franchise of Melbourne. Quaintly referred to as the 'Bastard Son of Super League' – no doubt a term of endearment - the Melburnians have done well. But much of the damage left in its wake will never be repaired.
But what of John Ribot de Bressac himself? He is now simply known as John Ribot and he still has a place somewhere in sport administration. But like all legends, he can't run around in the nude forever, and he will eventually be struck down by a groin injury.
As with the weight of gold, fables too can be displaced, and even an emperor can only get away with so much before someone cares enough to take notice.
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Ref:
Many thanks to Archimedes of Syracuse.
http://math.about.com/library/blbioarchimedes.htm
And my old tattered book: '100 Great Lives'.