Fever Pitch

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After our decision to split the group for a couple of days it was left to Dunc and I to experience a beautiful weekend of sport. Splitting the group was similar to when the Fellowship of the Ring had to go their separate ways. The only difference is that Lisa is a couple of inches shorter than the dwarf, my hair is curlier than Frodo, Em’s has more wisdom than Gandalf and Dunc looks like an Ork.

It took an hour up the motorway to drop off the girls at Brisbane station, we said our goodbyes and then back to Southport. It was sad to see the back of the troublesome twosome but Dunc got over it enough to drive us back. Phew!!! We had a hectic plan for the next four days.

As we arrived in Southport we sat out the back of Shaun’s place, cracked open a beer and listened to the peace and quiet. What a wonderful sound, no comments about hair products, no unusual questions about the inside of tropical fruit but most of all no complaints when the fox sport gets turned on the TV. Come on, all you men out there (And Powells, he tries hard to be masculine but just can’t get away from the moisturiser) back me up on this, we need our sport watching time, it is in our blood.

First of all we would relax into proceedings with a meal out at the Versace Hotel, a six star hotel that was designed by the fashion guru himself. As you can imagine, the only way that I was allowed to set foot in this place was to borrow most of my brother’s clothes. Unfortunately for him, that included underwear. It was like the scene out of Big when Tom Hanks turns back into the little boy, until that moment I did not realise that you could use spandex in so many ways. The hotel was fantastic and the food matched it every step of the way. We ate from the seafood buffet, demolished the main courses and devoured the desserts. This was all accompanied by a selection of wines, obviously chosen by my as steamed gentleman friend Duncan “I like to choose the most expensive liquid on the planet” Smith. It was a great night and when the bill came Dunc and Shaun argued over who was to pay. I just bent down and pretended to tie my shoelace. Double Phew!!

We got a cab from the hotel and went into the night to sample the surfers nightlife. Surfers is like the inside of a rented stretched humer limo, it has no class and usually contains people who struggle to remember what day of the week it is. As you can imagine we had a few jars and retired back to the ranch for sleeps.

Up and at them early the next day, well I was, Dunc stayed in bed and tried to remove some peanuts that he had stuck in his fifth chin from the flight over. So I was left to entertaining the dog, cleaning out the van and getting sofa action with Fox sports.

That evening we had tickets to watch the Gold Coast Titans who are their regional Rugby League team. We took the train into the stadium and sampled the atmosphere. It was a brand new ground so getting served behind the bar took no time at all, well that was what Dunc said anyway. The game was fantastic, a real hard fought match with the Titans taking a last quarter vistory.

We were back in Southport quick smart and thought that we would have a few jars in town again. We were joined by Kezza this time and toured the pubs, singing along with a couple of live bands. Unfortunately for Dunc there was no Ronan Keating but he made do with a few oldies.

As the surf was flat it was left up to me to walk the dog in the day. So me and Angus fella trotted off to rid the hangover feeling. We were back in time for a trip shopping. Yes the perfect way to spend your day. Well actually Dunc and Kezza wanted to go and as I was going with the flow so it made sense to follow. I can’t remember how many shops we went into asking for a size 48 inch waste for Dunc but in the end we managed to get him something. A toga, it can be used for all occasions.
It was our second sporting occasion, an AFL game. Aussie rules football to you and me. It was a true experience, the pitch was huge and the play was rough. As neither Dunc nor I knew the rules we were left listening to the crowd and cheering when they did. The only problem was that we were sitting in the stand where the crowd borrowed the family brain cell for one day of the week. It turned out that Saturday was not that lucky day.

With our sports viewing hormones completely sated to the max, it was only right that we should go to the local and chat about it. It was also a big night for Cardiff as they were in the FA cup final. So after a quick few with Shaun’s hockey mates (Again they had not borrowed the family cell) we went back to the house and watched the “Bluebirds” narrowly miss out on the chalice of football excellence.


Sunday morning brought another roasting day onto the Gold Coast and also our female companions back from their exploits in Fraser Island. It only left a couple of hours to get the head into shape before the oestrogen came back to bring an equilibrium. It was fun to dip into the land of eternal sport but the final whistle has to be blown.

No Photos for this one, Em pulled rank and took the camera. Dunc has lots thoug, it would mean that you have to talk to him. I would probably try and imagine.

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Comments

[Dunc]

Amusing for a change and Happy Birthday Em
Hey guys, hope you are well and enjoying new zealand. Happy Birthday Em, sorry for the belatedness! Stu - your fever pitch blog is actually quite amusing, rather than being a tedious ramble. Nice of you to make the change. You know that the madness will be decending soon, so enjoy sanity before September. D

[Chavez]

To be fair to Stu .....
I dont think i've laughed more at a story since powelly's "duncan go and get my camera from the car" email in the summer of 2004. mezin.. x