Look, I really don’t have much to say about
last night’s game. It’s been more than half a day. I’ve slept, showered (twice)
and wanked (three times) since then and I’m still furious about it to the point
where I may be tempted to king hit any dickhead I see in a QLD jersey on
principle. If you’re a QLDer – even the few decent ones amongst you admit you
got a BIG helping hand from the refs.
I’ll accept that Cronk probably got spear
tackled. If I really wanted to be unbiased (believe me I don’t) I could even
concede that Jennings probably deserved 10 in the bin for his punch, even
though it’s Origin and that shit comes with the territory. If we had lost
12-10, there would have been other things to look at like the decision to go
for 2 on the 40m line (one which, by the way, I agreed with at the time and
still do) and some of the defensive breakdowns on the edges.
But there is absolutely no way anybody can
defend the Inglis no try that wasn’t.
Anyone who watched it in full speed and
thinks Farah actually played at the ball is either completely blinkered, never
played any footy in their life or mentally retarded. Farah’s eyes were
completely on Inglis. He wasn’t watching his foot or the ball. His goal was to
get the man and try stop the try.
Then look at his leg in slow motion. It’s
obvious he doesn’t make any extra movement to play at the ball. The motion of
his leg is consistent throughout.
That’s all I have to say on the worst call
in sports since the Tuck Rule. Enjoy your hollow victory, cane toad scum.
I have something else I want to write about
today as well.
A few weeks ago, I was in Brisbane for a
concert (the story of which will be a future blog for the three of you who
haven’t heard it yet) and before the show I had a bite with my mate Brad.
(Brad, by the way, writes the excellent satirical blog The Bogue and Boguette Show – check it out if you enjoy satire on
modern Australian suburban life or if you have a sense of humour at all).
Even though he’s a masters degree-styduing
commie-pinko-vego-libtard, Brad’s also a Wests Tigers fan and a
transplanted New South Welshman, so along the way we ended up talking footy for
a while and specifically Origin. Along the way he made an interesting point –
that Queenslanders, no matter how many series they win, will always hate New
South Welshmen more than us NSWers will ever hate them. Sure we all love
mocking them for being inbred, braindead, redneck bogans…but that sheer
pathological hate isn’t there.
I wasn’t completely sure how to react to
this, because around Origin time my hate for the shitstains goes through the
roof. I once even passed up the chance to go to an Origin game in Brisbane
because I know I would have either been arrested or killed before kickoff for
getting amongst it with some of the filth. And, to be honest, I can’t say I
have too much love for them even outside of Origin. Queensland is, after all,
the state that kept Joh Bjelke-Petersen (rot in the ground you old cunt) in
power for so long. Admittedly, I thought about moving there earlier this year
but realized soon enough that being around Queenslanders all the time would
probably be what finally pushed me over the edge to become a serial killer.
While my hatred may be pretty deep, I know
I’m not the only one. You talk to NSW fans around my age and you’ll hear
similar sentiments for sure.
The reasons aren’t rocket science. We are a
generation who have come of age with our state as the nail to their hammer. Six
straight losses in Origin, constant talk of the QLD dynasty, the fact that one
of the best players on that team was born and raised in NSW, our dickhead
friends who claim to support QLD even though they were born and raised in
Sydney because they’re dickriding cocksuckers…look, it’s a perfect storm to
build the hate.
Maybe at first NSW didn’t have the same
hate for QLD. We are, after all, a state with many things going for it. We have
the best city in the country and one of the (if not the) best in the world (and I’ve traveled a bit and
still make this statement). A far greater proportion of Australia’s thinkers
and intellectuals, artists and entertainers come from our state than theirs –
Smart State my arse. When you travel outside Australia, people ask “are you
from Sydney?” when you mention you’re Australian or they hear you speak. Our
city and state has enough going for it that we didn’t need to define ourselves by
squashing a few cane toads every year, as much fun as it was when we did.
All these years later, we still have all
those advantages over our inbred cousins to the north. But they have that
shield and fuck do they love reminding us of it. It’s the one thing they can
hold over us. At first it was cute, but like a little brother getting overly
excited over beating his brother in ping pong (and yes, you’re damn right I
just compared Origin to ping pong) and acting like a dickhead about it, it just
got annoying. Then when they kept winning, we got mad. Very mad. And now you
have a generation of NSWers who hate QLD every bit as much as they hate us. And
that’s the way it should be.
Mate against Mate? Fuck off.
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