~ring ring~
dce: "Hello?"
mgr: "Daly, it's yer manager. they released the teams for state of origin...and I hate to tell you but....
dce: "But what? Wasn't I selected?"
mgr: "No, you were, but it's something much, much worse than that."
dce: "come on man, out with it. What could be worse?"
mgr: "You're...you're...you're not the lead story anymore!!! I'm so sorry."
dce: "Oh no....this is a disaster! Tell ya what, I'd better let my Ch 9 mates know that I've spoken to a couple of clubs. That'll get the spotlight back on me."
mgr: "Great idea. also throw something in how you've spoken, but not actually spoken to more than one club, but are keeping things close to your chest."
dce: "Ooh, excellent idea. Gotta keep the integrity points up, especially when Ch 9 and uncle Nick start handing me well deserved paper bags and stuff.
mgr: "Don't forget 10% of that is mine."
dce: "How could I forget. You start working on a story about me for after game 1."
mgr: "will do, bye."
dce: "See ya."
dce hums: "Money money money, must be funny....in a rich man's world...."
