TimmytheTiger
Team Captain
- Jan 14, 2011
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- Richmond
I went to Jooce once in 1997..
Only once. Ringwood. It’s a great place to live. Terrible place to party. You see I could never play footy. I was kind of the Keyser Soze of the Ashburton - Chadstone footy club. All limp, no run.
I kicked a soccer goal once, beating Rodney to the ball. We were one of those clubs, you know the type that had an epileptic bloke who was nick named “rapper” after he had an unfortunate incident while playing Blackburn one afternoon in the 3rd quarter of a game where we had already lost by 60 points by 3 quarter time, no matter what happened in the last.
I had been chatting up chicks at G spot until 4.45 am the night before, and Rodney (not Dangerfield) was angry because the young mosquito fleet was too hung over to run that day…. I still got him, even with my limp, on the dash for a cheap soccer from the square that day.. Fu** you Rodney, that goal was mine.
Back then I was 20.. Now I am a little older... But Jooce was never that good.. Yeah sure you got laid, you picked up some hottie and I am sure that many eastern suburban married couples speak fondly about the time that they escaped the local constabularies meek attempt at a late 90’s DUI, to skive of home for a shag. The only problem is now 25 years later that dirty shag turned into three kids and a mortgage.
I should mention that I am writing this during the Giants game. I’ve turned off the footy at ½ time. The Giants are probably saying to themselves, this is payback…. It isn’t. It’s not even close. Remember that.
We have 3 premiership cups to cry into. That should be enough volume of a vessel to carry those tears to 2022.
Where was I? Yes, that is right back in Jooce as a 20 year old in ’97.
You see it happens to the best of us… Eventually. No matter the outcome, no matter the input, the through-put or the output, you need a rest.
I know that you won’t believe me, but once I DJ’d at a hardware party at Kryle Castle. Never fear I was wearing my Richmond guernsey…. A punter came up on stage and started dancing to the sick acid techno I was releasing to the atmosphere. You see, it was late, I was tired, it had been a big weekend, and no matter the story I told myself I needed a rest. So when I shanked the mix, I blamed the punter for getting in my way. I told everyone a story about circumstance. I am not proud of my actions. It wasn’t his fault, it was mine. Consider this a full confession.
And that is the same here. We need a little kip. A rest, a break. We need a summer of fun, some time in Torquay without the house burning down…
We need a couple of draft picks.
We need to smoke bomb from Jooce.
We need to get in that cab, head back to Swan Street, or the Terminus, or the Corner…
We need to leave that Jooce dance floor action where it is, and head out by ourselves.
We need to just head home and take it easy. Toke if needed, sleep if not.
We need to come together and #eco
But my brethren, it is important to note that this is not the same drought that occurred after ‘81. I believe that this time is different. There is no war with Collingwood. It is simply mathematical. We have been up for a while - remember when Houli’s bounce simply didn’t come back that day at Adelaide oval – If you were watching you know what I mean. That was 2014!
#eco - Come on in, the water is warm.
Clarko’s last game – You know he’s going to win…
There, there – rest now. ’21 is over. It’s time to play all the kids and move to the draft thread.
It’s going to be OK.
#eco..
What a ride it was…
And in the words of Spike Milligan.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, take my advice, pull down your pants and sliiiiide on the ice”.
No matter how dolled up you get for your night at the club, when those lights come on sometimes it’s best to head home, drink some water and get ready for next week.
#eco
I for one hope that Hawforn with some player that you have never heard of get up this weekend, because as much as it hurts to say this, for the first time in a lot of years I hope that we lose this one. A lesson for the apprentice’s from one (slightly) clapped out old groover, sometimes it is best to go home with your dignity.
Hawforn by 27…
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