Tuesday, September 14, 2010

How could I forget?

Silly me. I completely forgot to mention what I did on the weekend.
It was this:



I play hockey. That's me receiving a gold medal for winning the grand final with my fine team of scholars, maniacs and roustabouts. By jingo it was exciting. More exciting for the fact that we beat the team of dolts and drongos who I was playing last year when a particularly doltish drongo swung through and dislocated my thumb. I know he couldn't have purposely aimed to dislocate my thumb and leave me unable to care for my infant son properly for a good few months (try changing a nappy one-handed), but he certainly is the kind of stubby-fingered arsehole who makes it his business to slip in as much dirty and dangerous play as he can get away with.
How do I know this?
I spent the entire game marking him.
Yes, the same guy.
The same guy who cost me two days in hospital, a week off work, months of therapy and a career loosening jars for Mele.
I know he's the same guy because he deliberately stuck his stick between my legs to trip me over.
And I had to follow him around for 70 minutes and stop him ever touching the ball or coming near our goal.
Did I do this?
Did I ever.
And I marked him off the field.
He had nothin'. Slow, grumpy, unfit and, at the end of the game, medal-less.
My one regret is that I didn't get to shake his hand and show him mine.



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  1. Kath LockettTuesday, September 14, 2010 at 9:10:00 PM PDT

    That is so deliciously awesome, Franzy that I'm sorely tempted to yell 'Whoo Hoo', do a manic fist pump and wake the dog! Brilliant!

    Allow me, if you will, to share a sport revenge-themed anecdote of my own. It was 1989 and my folks were in Adelaide to attend a 21st for a friend of mine. As such, they were around to see me play tennis that afternoon.

    The girl I was playing was known to be a hockey star (yes, hockey, dear Franz) and her friend looked equally, um, 'hockey skilled' (I'll explain later). When Ms Hockey Skilled asked my opponent who she was playing in the singles, she pointed to me across the way and muttered, "Her, I think."
    Hockey Skilled looked me and up down and said so that I could hear, "Oh you'll win."

    I was so insulted and angry that I played the best fucking game of tennis in my life. My Dad even cheered a couple of times and I walked off the court having beat her 6-1.

    In hindsight, it wasn't her fault; it should have been Ms Hockey Skilled whose arse I hung out over the net but still the victory was sweet.

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  2. franzyTuesday, September 14, 2010 at 9:45:00 PM PDT

    Let me guess: 'hockey-skilled' = low centre of gravity?

    I'm still toying with the idea of finding out where that medal-less dickhead lives and sending him some signed photos of me kissing my medal, gardening with my medal, sharing a sunset with my medal ...

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  3. RiverWednesday, September 15, 2010 at 1:14:00 AM PDT

    A gold medallist! Well done!

    Did your opponent even remember who you were? I'm assuming he plays with poor sportsmanship all the time, not just when partnered with you.

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  4. BrockyWednesday, September 15, 2010 at 3:36:00 AM PDT

    Mooooooooooooooooooooo

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  5. franzyWednesday, September 15, 2010 at 3:41:00 AM PDT

    River - Thank you! Thank you so much! Ahh ... *bask*.
    No way he remembered. He certainly remembered who I was every time we went toe to toe though ... YEAH.

    Brocky - MOOO-RAH!

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  6. AnonymousThursday, September 16, 2010 at 2:56:00 AM PDT

    Hey Congratulations!! - who took the high level historic pic?
    your mum in a faraway airport

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  7. franzyThursday, September 16, 2010 at 5:03:00 AM PDT

    There's actually a whole gallery available, including one of myself and Shithouse Shane. But I'll refrain from posting it because of recent events which shall be updated soon enough.

    signed,
    Your son in expectation ...

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  8. JacobsThursday, September 16, 2010 at 6:53:00 AM PDT

    I love the fact that they have lost the last three grand finals in a row. And talk about of mob of sore losers. On awesome win and a great way to finish the season.

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  9. franzyThursday, September 16, 2010 at 5:56:00 PM PDT

    Really?
    Now I love the victory even more!
    I wish I'd known that on the day ...

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An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test

Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.

Have you heard of the band Joy Division?

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Champions of Guess The Header

  • What is Guess The Header about? Let’s ask regular “Writing” reader, Shippy: "Anyway, after Franzy's stunning September, and having a crack at 'Guess The Header' for the first time - without truly knowing what I was doing mind you - I think I finally understand what 'GTH' is all about. At first I thought you needed to actually know what it was. Don't get me wrong — if you know what it is, it may help you. I now realise that it's more Franzy's way of invoking thought around an image or, more often than not, part of an image. If you dissect slightly the GTH explanatory sentence at the bottom of his blog you come up with this: “The photo is always taken by me and always connects in some way to the topic of the blog entry it heads up.” When the header is put up, the blog below it will in some obscure way have something to do with it. “Interesting comments are judged and scored arbitrarily and the process is open to corruption and bribery with all correspondence being entered into after the fact and on into eternity, ad infinitum amen.” Franzy judges it, but it's not always the GTH that describes the place perfectly that gets it. “The frequent commenters, the wits, the wags and the outright smartarses who, each entry, engage to both guess the origin and relevance of the strip of photo at the top (or “head”) of each new blog and also who leave what I deem the most interesting comment.” It generally helps if you're a complete smartarse and can twist things to mean whatever you feel they should mean - exactly the way Franzy would like things to be twisted." - Shippy Blogger and GTH point scorer.
  • Nai - 1
  • Lion Kinsman - 2
  • Will - 2
  • Brocky - 2
  • Andy Pants - 2
  • The 327th Male - 3
  • Mad Cat Lady - 3
  • Miles McClagen - 4
  • Myninjacockle - 4
  • Asheligh - 5
  • Neil - 5
  • Third Cat - 5
  • Adam Y - 6
  • Squib - 6
  • Mele - 6
  • Moifey - 7
  • Jono - 8
  • The Other, other Sam - 14
  • Kath Lockett - 15
  • Shippy - 19
  • River - 32