gutsroy
Brownlow Medallist
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your beers,
As the sun rises on another season of SuperCoach and the permanent residents of the beautiful, restful haven referred to affectionately by those in the know as the BF SC Forum brace themselves for the influx of out-of-towners in search of the keys to unlock the secrets to SC dominance and mythical intestinal robustitude in matters of piss sinkage, it is wise that we all pause to reflect on just what it is that might bring us that insight, that moment of revelation we seek.
The Australian summer has lain in wait as it does every year, attempting to lure us in and see us crash on the rocks with its insidious siren song and derail our SC seasons before a shot has been fred in earnest.
We’ve been regaled with stories of #scottyfrommarketing and his lion-hearted endeavours to lead the battle of the bushfires from the front with complete disregard for his personal safety, himself having been trapped in the hellish warzone that is Oahu at the time:
Scotty beingg forced to drink cocktails with his captors. Blink twice if you need help, big fella #Staystrong ScoMo #sobrave
We’ve been inspired by Bridget Mckenzie’s displays of unbridled honesty, impartiality and propriety:
Great stuff, kids! Now let’s do some colouring in. Black for the grants in safe ALP seats, green for the LNP marginals, gold for anything with gun clubs & polo
And been genuinely impressed by Nick Kyrgios’s personal growth (genuinely, he may end up regressing and losing focus again, but he got up off his clacker and did something for bushfire victims, showed some real maturity, the Kobe tribute was a nice touch and even in his ultimate loss to Nadal didn’t just throw in the towel when he got behind in the fourth set, he stayed lock in, got himself back into it and went down swinging – hats off to the bloke)
But those are all sideshows. Distractions designed to get us barking up the garden path and heading down the wrong tree, or something like that.
Over the coming weeks, I’m going to try to set forth the ‘ten commandments’ of SuperCoach. I might not get there with work etc. and I don’t really know my arse from my elbow, but the main point is more to stimulate your cortexes, to get us pondering paradigms and to avoid some of the obvious pitfalls that can see us go from being War Admiral to Rear Admiral (one for the Seasbiscuit devotees), to have us taking ourselves out of the game by not controlling the controllables.(RIP Rossy )
Feel free to go with your own ten, the idea is just to talk / think a bit of strategy.
As the sun rises on another season of SuperCoach and the permanent residents of the beautiful, restful haven referred to affectionately by those in the know as the BF SC Forum brace themselves for the influx of out-of-towners in search of the keys to unlock the secrets to SC dominance and mythical intestinal robustitude in matters of piss sinkage, it is wise that we all pause to reflect on just what it is that might bring us that insight, that moment of revelation we seek.
The Australian summer has lain in wait as it does every year, attempting to lure us in and see us crash on the rocks with its insidious siren song and derail our SC seasons before a shot has been fred in earnest.
We’ve been regaled with stories of #scottyfrommarketing and his lion-hearted endeavours to lead the battle of the bushfires from the front with complete disregard for his personal safety, himself having been trapped in the hellish warzone that is Oahu at the time:
Scotty beingg forced to drink cocktails with his captors. Blink twice if you need help, big fella #Staystrong ScoMo #sobrave
We’ve been inspired by Bridget Mckenzie’s displays of unbridled honesty, impartiality and propriety:
Great stuff, kids! Now let’s do some colouring in. Black for the grants in safe ALP seats, green for the LNP marginals, gold for anything with gun clubs & polo
And been genuinely impressed by Nick Kyrgios’s personal growth (genuinely, he may end up regressing and losing focus again, but he got up off his clacker and did something for bushfire victims, showed some real maturity, the Kobe tribute was a nice touch and even in his ultimate loss to Nadal didn’t just throw in the towel when he got behind in the fourth set, he stayed lock in, got himself back into it and went down swinging – hats off to the bloke)
But those are all sideshows. Distractions designed to get us barking up the garden path and heading down the wrong tree, or something like that.
Over the coming weeks, I’m going to try to set forth the ‘ten commandments’ of SuperCoach. I might not get there with work etc. and I don’t really know my arse from my elbow, but the main point is more to stimulate your cortexes, to get us pondering paradigms and to avoid some of the obvious pitfalls that can see us go from being War Admiral to Rear Admiral (one for the Seasbiscuit devotees), to have us taking ourselves out of the game by not controlling the controllables.(RIP Rossy )
Feel free to go with your own ten, the idea is just to talk / think a bit of strategy.
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