Next Year.

"Don't worry mate, there is always next year..."

Ahhh yes... how I enjoyed hearing that all last week - thanks people. We Were Robbed!

Of course this week I get to say something equally pleasing to the Pies n Dogs fans... and The Nipster in particular as he was cruising the Sydney region for potential recruits. "Don't worry mate... there is always next year..."

How re-assuring that after 22 rounds of home n away and a final or 2, that next year we all start at zero. Joy!

Friday night was a LOT closer than I expected. So were the Dogs good or the Sinners bad? I would love to tell you but the pub we tried to watch the last quarter in didn't have Channel 10. I know. Save it. As we watched the scores on the phone get closer and closer and the lead change, we loved that we were in a pub that could show the table tennis on ESPN but not the Prelim Final on a free-to-air station. Excellent!

On our cruising of Sydney nightlife Friday night we ran into quite a few treats. The guy sitting on a stool, sleeping, having a drool was special, but when the bouncer picked him up and he pissed himself? Mastercard Moment.

Saturday night had us in a quandary. The Pies are playing for a spot in the final. And we have tickets to Shihad. Of course the great part was LOYALTY (or lack of) meant The Nipster had tipped the Cats. 50/50 game and he tipped against his team. Again. After an initial flurry of fist pumping 10 minutes in... 'How good are they?"... normal service was resumed. Half time and we had to depart for some Mind Sedate at ye Annandale, and a quick look at the website showed the right course of action was indeed, departure. The 50/50 call was correct - a total of about a tonner difference at the end of the game.

Shame.

And so we are set for an absolute cracker of a game. The number one team of the year vs the number one team of the last 3 years. The Cats are hungry. The Sinners are nervous. Little Nicky will be wearing the ole brown jocks come Saturday, but they won't cover the fear that will result in kicks spraying left, right and further right when he's 45 out on a slight angle and the momentum needs shifting. And it won't cover the tears that spray left, right and further right at full time when he's listening to Tommy Harley given them the 'bad luck, there's always next year' speech... Sinners to get off to a flyer, Dave to suggest a margin bet as useful as his one that we should tip the Pies with a 19 point margin ("the Cats won't beat them by more than that"), and then the Cats by 36 points.