Saturday, November 25, 2006

Where is Peter Roebuck?

A shocking report to all those people who get their cricket news from the Sydney Morning Herald, Peter Roebuck (considered by many to be the greatest cricket scribe in the game) may not actually be going to the games. First some background, I have been going to the gabba since the days of Kahn and Ambrose and I have never, ever seen an entire section of the ground (around 1000 seats) taken out to create an extra media section, but thats the case for the jump on the band wagon press at the Ashes. So anyways, directly across the ground from where we are sitting is a huge red section of media, so yesterday when old Pup was boring hte living piss out of everyone we decided to go on a mission to find the mighty Roebuck and find out what he thought about proceedings (to find out what he thinks go here http://www.smh.com.au/news/columns/time-to-rub-old-salt-into-new-wounds/2006/11/24/1164341394988.html )

So off we went trekking around the great game, up stairs and down, at one point we found our selves out on the street, but we finally found the way up to hte top teir, so we went out to the game side to view what was happening and get our bearings only to be bailed up by a security guard telling us we weren't corporate enough to stand in that particular section, however after a desperate plea he allowed us to watch a couple of balls, not a lot happened so we continued on with our journey to find Peter. Around we went and finally got to the press section, with a little slight of hand and an invisibility cloak B A Tron slipped past the security and wanded up looking for Roebuck, unfortunatly as he doesn't exist I didn't know what he looked like... so wandering around like a lost little boy I eventually asked a tired out looking hack if he new where Roebuck was, he got a far away look in his eye and stuttered back - he's not here... oh I mean he's down stairs in the other press box. - Sure he was...So with broken hearts we realised we wouldn't get to meet our hero we started abck down the stairs. and RAN STRAIGHT INTO RICHIE BENUARDS, Rich I said, how do you think it going? but apparently his hearing is going cuase he just kept walking even though we were only a few metres apart. Broken we returned to our seats and thankfully Pup got out so things got more exciting.

In other stories- McGrath= legend, Fanatacis= glassed, B A Tron hitting 30 beers in one day= never been seen before, Rosco = had a chardy at the Wickham, Kloss and FUC have both chucked.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

True Warney style with a bookie scandal, would like to inform the public of my knowledge of the Teams at play. If i know the Kloss like i know the Kloss by end of day 3, Team Love will end in bloodshed over something as insignificant as a drop of beer spilt. B A tron (if that is his real nickname) will not back down until the boyz in blue have him in cuffs and he is visitng and old mate bubba.

With all this in mind i should think that it is a fair bet to go with The A team (however lame the name is) as FUC is let off his chain for the first time in years and needs to proove his manhood.

THIS IS ONLY PITCH AND WEATHER CONDITIONS... AS THE KING WOULD SAY.

I must protect my identity... This was Mr.X reporting

Reel Magic said...

So how many of you poofs are in hospital now being treated for alcohol poisoning.

The Kloss spewed, my God, cant believe it, never heard it before.

Whats worse is seeing photos with the Kloss wearing the gold jersey.

Micky, Davross, your've changed!!!!

Harden up,
Reel Magic - Ryan.

Anonymous said...

I reckon holepunch was anon.
When are you updating this klossdog? People want to know what happened at what is now referred to as the gabbatoir, not just for the second death of english cricket, but for the death of marty ross and with it, the faint hopes of the A team.
In the end, all poor sir rhyso had to console himself with, was old kloss dog crying in his beer. Apparently the old bull really did rate himself for the green SPRINTERS jersey, reaching "the zone" through what he claims was Aussie hip-hop pumping out of his ipod. We all know it was the dalcet tones of Anthony Robbins - believe in YOURSELF man!

Worlds Worst Footy Tipper said...

For the record:

Billatron won the Yellow- 80 + beers in three days

Rhyso won the Green- Kloss came close but Rhys was too strong.

4.75 X 80 beers is near 400 bucks worth of beer

Dav Rossi didn't drink on the last day of the comp- he is forever a pussey.

Three biggest days of our young lives.