Written Tuesday 07/07/09

FROM MY SEAT OF KNOWLEDGE,  CHAPTER 5

STATE CHAMPIONSHIPS ENTERTAINMENT.

Fresh,  well not very fresh home from the Junior State Champs at Nudgee.  No team and staying in the City is a big temptation to experience the highlights of the city lights and get out and about and amongst the activities that one can partake in,  through the seedy underbelly of our capital.  Friday night was no exception and the sins committed on this particular evening border on jailable to say the least. 

Actually,  as 15manrugby chooses to stay at the Holiday Inn,  we were booking in at the same time as the Warriors basically,   probably got on TV as they interviewed Pricey on Thursday afternoon,  Pricey an ex Toowoomba boy of course,  and bagging two meat pies,  one an absolute gem as good as a winger’s try in their loss to the Broncos.  Also had breakfast in the restaurant with the under 20’s Saturday morning.  Be very assure these are big men,  that wear some great ink,  I even note Pricey wearing some of the bro ink on the arm.  15manrugby has developed the theory that the amount of ink is more often than not directly proportional to the time spend injured (Benji Marshall and Mat Rogers come to mind,  and Randy Orton from the WWE) 

Imagine my surprise,  at the Pig and Whistle,  a quaint little quasi English ale house on Eagle Street,  and as regular readers know one of my favourite dining precincts,  to run into 3 quite famous sporting personalities,  from different disciplines,  and different eras,  all at the same place,  all partaking in outrageous activities and generally disrupting the normal chain of events at this house of fun. 

Firstly we had Andrew,  an ex Broncos and State of Origin rugby league player,  from a previous time.  Just had a knee reconstruction but given his moves on the dance floor was well on the way to a full recovery,  in fact,  the reconstruction story seems quite dubious and may have been something to gain sympathy and attention during the evening. 

Secondly,  Dallas,  a professional bull rider,  just home from the Calgary Stampede and with a hometown of Camooweal in Queensland.

The dodgiest of all though was Duncan,  who actually gave a last name,  that we can’t mention,  who was a shadow rower for the Awesome Foursome at the Beijing and Athens Olympics.  Strangely,  he was believed as he produced a credit card with the same last name,  and people even believing the story. 

Now these blokes were outrageous,  ask Dallas,  the professional bullrider,  where he hails from,  as someone did,  and the answer was a little suspect,  towns like Julia Creek,  Mt Isa and other locations not really anywhere near Camooweal were mentioned,  but Dallas managed to blunder through it.  I have to guess that most people in Brisbane haven’t even heard of Camooweal,  let alone know where it might be situated. 

Now these three boys partied hard all night,  and if Dallas hasn’t ridden a bull,  he certainly had a few of the moves down pat,  must have watched some TV.  Andrew,  the ex State of Origin player recovering from a knee reconstruction,  was exceptionally happy with,  the night,  putting it to me “gee we busted some shapes on the dance floor” and “we just oooowwwwwned that dance floor.  They were busting these shapes to 1990’s tunes,  and changing the way regular Pig and Whistle patrons view this English Ale House forever. 

I thought I saw them in the distance at Nudgee on the Saturday,  they said they would come out for a look,  I thought for sure I saw Dallas practising his hand grip on the bull, but they were along way away.

One wonders what the three musketeers are up to today.