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After a month that has made NRL fans feel like they’ve gone from being a wide-eyed rookie to a tired, busted-up old journeyman with a dodgy back, last night’s game took one look at its weak and huddled masses and inquired, “Why so serious?”
As the horrible Ben Barba happenings and the shemozzle of the Sharks dodgy Doc took their toll, it’s fair to say I was grumpier than Luke O’Donnell with a hangover doing the grocery shopping by the time I retired to the couch for a Thursday night footy fix.
This mood did not improve when I realised that being a hostage in the land of the 4:30am sunrise and year-round Origin victors had earned me a delayed telecast of the match, and that the interesting program called The Block preceding it was not actually a documentary on the temperamental former Lowes and Balmain front-rower.
After an hour resisting all forms of social media and learning the difference between metal stucco lath and carbon-fiber stucco lath it was finally time for the footy, and geez, didn’t it lift the mood like a 65th-minute streaker at a wet Monday night match!
I don’t really know where to begin. Perhaps sensing the league fraternity’s fowler, the powers that be piled on the laughs early on with Karl Stefanovic giving a hilarious Ken Sutcliffe impersonation, some shots from the new spew cam before Joey Johns showed he still had it by stepping a couple of chunky blokes who won the world’s most embarrassing Easts Leagues raffle.
All of this though was just a series of hors d’oeuvres before the three=course meal that is S-B-W.
Channel Nine had followed the bloke round like a psychotic Justin Bieber fan ever since he returned to the country, but how could they capitalise on the great one when there were 33 other blokes getting their un-sculpted mugs in the way of the cameras?
Cue hushed tones: “I wonder what he’s thinking now…..”
What followed by way of Sonny Bill’s stumbling internal monologue was hands down, cross my heart hope to die, stick a Les Boyd finger in my eye, the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in sports coverage.
After picking myself up off the floor the first time, next go round I just stood up and applauded. How could the blokes making the same crappy fart jokes on the Footy Show for a decade come up with this comedy gold?
I was half expecting an Anthony Mundine hologram to spring up next to him and start pointing out gaps in the defence!
Often rugby league takes itself so gosh darn seriously, yet here it was, after a crappy week, just trying to make us smile again.
Even the Roosters wingers got in on the act in the second half.
Personally I felt refreshed post match, and greatly enjoyed the mix of light-heartedness with my NRL big hits… well, until my brother in downtown Ethiopia texted me the score at half time, but things like that can’t be helped.
Keep up the laughs I say!
Oh… sorry… what’s that? It… wasn’t meant to be a joke? The whole SBW talking to himself thing was serious? SERIOUS!
Oh dear God…
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