It actually can: in my opinion it's a nothing incident, but his stature makes a "nothing" incident a media circus that ultimately reflects badly on both himself, his club and the NRL...
Refer to above, it's just a sad world in which hypocritical *assholes* like Bourbon Bec and co can climb up on their high horses and call for his head and take every opportunity to bash NRL players, teams, management etc, whilst hardly ever penning quality articles or anything remotely positive
In all honesty it was impossible to ignore: it was screamed across every news bulletin in every form of media. I mean it got so ridiculous that one of the papers put a line across the DOG'S eyes, to protect its identity. F*ck_me_DEAD. What kind of imbecile thought that rubbish up?
Fully agree with the hypocrites. Especially MG! Alluding to
@silvertail question about your playing up days, well a lot of mine were in and around the Panthers golden years (89-91) as I was working there then. And let me tell you had I had a smartphone back then, well we both would've been f@cked. Now I know MG and the rest of the two faced media have got to put out the moralistic bleatings, but I notice he has been going over the top. Same as Bourbon Becky. Don't need a degree in psychology to see were that's coming from.
So now I've been trying to think of a story that can't come back at me....here's one. (Apologies Komori, I just thought I'd unload the lot here!lol)
This is going to need a bit of background work, so if you're busy, bail out now!
So late 80's @ the league's(of course!) I'm barred from playing park footy from my boss (too many injuries, find another sport). So I thought baseball, how hard can that be?...signed up with the local side ( made it clear that I'd never played). Guy says no worries, we've got two sides. The gun side, and the fun side. You're in that. We train once a week.
So I turn up and everyone's pretty friendly, then I see a cop car come screaming into the complex, lights, sirens. But then it started doing giant big donuts in the outer field. I'm freaking out, wtf! Old mate next to me in the dugout just says oh that's just Larry (name definitely changed!) he's just showing off, they got a new squad car in the division today....he's giving it the treatment! Wtf!....turns out Larry is the local senior constable and also our catcher!.....so I'll fast forward to our first game. Sitting in the dugout waiting for my first bat, nerves pumping. Larry goes in before me. Within the blink of an eye, there is absolute bedlum. There are blokes running in from their side, and I'm sitting there thinking this is supposed to be soft, keep the boss happy. Next thing I'm being hammered. I've been in plenty of footy fights, but you're revved up, you're good to go. This was like waiting at a bus stop minding your own business, and having the **** kicked out of you. Eventually enough **** had been kicked to engage my brain, that just maybe, you might want to start throwing a few, because regardless of what you thought baseball was going to be like.....you were very f@cking wrong!
So there's the intro! Lol
So we patch ourselves up, and off to the log cabin @ Penrith. But unbeknown to me at the time, Larry and his brother in law (firie) also in the team pop into the evidence room at the cop station, and help themselves to some goodies.
Now I wasn't mad into drugs or drink back then. But I wasn't knocking back quality gear from a big drug bust. And as most of the team sat on the back verandah of the log cabin, with drinks, scoobs, cpl pills (eckies had just hit the market), the injuries subsided, and faded. Then there was the duty manager kicking everyone out....2am...I could've sworn it was 10.30 a second ago!
I was absolutely baked, plastered, done.
Most blokes got there wives to pick them up, or caught a cab. But I loved my car, and there was no way I was leaving it there. Then Larry decides he wants to be a copper now, and says I'm not letting you drive pissed. I said I'm more stoned than pissed. So he says I'll call the station get them to send out a car with a breathalyzer....if you're under, ok. So he did. I was 0.005...never forgot, so I'm over. Now this is the same bloke doing doughies in a brand new general duties cop car, started the biggest blue I've ever been in,ripping off drugs from the police evidence box, but now he has a crisis of conscience over 0.001! So after much arguing he agreed to let me drive, and the cops followed me home. I got out, had a chat and thanked them. And that was my introduction to baseball.
