The game was rubbish. So I'm going Hunter S Thompson and writing about everything except the game.
Grabbed the Joondy train from greenwood to city. Took daughter as wife crook. Got out in underground and hit the Globe. Some Freo people there and some wet Toast scum who left at 3/4 time when their team got smashed. I had 2 beers and a burger. Daughter is going veggie so had aranchini and chips and red wine. Grabbed the 661 bus. Lots if Poo wee supporters in it. Got to the bridge some geriatric with a mouth and no brain told tge bus driver he was lost as they thought the bus still went past the casino. Bus driver set the old senile biddy straight.
Got to the bridge and walked over it. It needs have bloody big speakers installed blasting out our team song and TNT or Britney Spears Toxic to energise the crowd. Got to the other side and gate D Was like Live sheep export ship. So headed to Gate C. Bought the Record. No queue and even Big Dick Goyder Chair of the footy commission was waiting inside for someone. Sure wasn't me, although my staring at him made him smile.
Up the steps up the escalator to level 5. To the northern terrace bar for a mid strength single fin and into our seats just after the team had run on the ground. Nearly tripped as the dopes sitting in our row didn't stand so we tripped over their feet. Newbies.
Quarter time some chick sang a song, I believe it was toxic, well it was to my ears.
Half time read the record, love ricks rarities and Brad Hill was the profile, his hidden talent his rapping. Wow.
Found our Tucker is French for something heart. I don't remember.
3 quarter time a woman who sits near us won the trip to LA. Woo. The highlight package spent most of its high
If hrs in the drummers before the game. Enough said.
Game over. Walk to the Train. Back to Greenwood, into the bar fridge and a beer. Bugger the footy.
