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I was out at the MCG on Saturday night watching Hawthorn vs STK in the 2nd prelim final, sitting on a wing on Level 1. I was looking down towards the goals at one end, when I felt this almighty rumble through the stadium.
"Terrorist attack!" I thought. "What will we do?!"
I grabbed my phone and was about to ring Kevin Ruddinator for immediate assistance, and was looking up the international area code for Mozambique, or wherever the hell the jetsetting Rudd is now, when all of a sudden the ground went dark.
"Oh no," thought I, "we've all been killed."
But, suddenly, it was light again, hope had been restored. I looked up, and as the monolithic, Monthy Python'esque figure of Stuart Dew struggled past, it all made sense.
"Terrorist attack!" I thought. "What will we do?!"
I grabbed my phone and was about to ring Kevin Ruddinator for immediate assistance, and was looking up the international area code for Mozambique, or wherever the hell the jetsetting Rudd is now, when all of a sudden the ground went dark.
"Oh no," thought I, "we've all been killed."
But, suddenly, it was light again, hope had been restored. I looked up, and as the monolithic, Monthy Python'esque figure of Stuart Dew struggled past, it all made sense.