Saturday, June 17, 2006

The definition of tragic irony

The lovely news that Port Power have given the West Coast Eagles a six-goal bath tonight is dampened somewhat by the effect it will have on the premiership ladder. West Coast were previously at the top, but now that Port have beaten them, they will be replaced there by the team who were previously coming second ... the Adelaide Crows.

Sigh.

6 comments:

comicstriphero said...

Sssyyyyyyyyyd-nnnneeeeyyyyyyy

Pavlov's Cat said...

Yeah, yeah. Carn the Swans.

Up to a point.

ThirdCat said...

Do you know what I've never understood? Those people who tell me that when Port isn't (aren't?) playing I should be going for the Crows because they are South Australian and so am I.

There is no logic in that. Not to me.

Are you going to Wanga's testimonial dinner? No? Nor am I. They had to move it to the Entertainment Centre because there are so many people on the waiting list.

Pavlov's Cat said...

No, I'm not at all the type to get invited to things like that. Me for the Adelaide High School Old Scholars' Annual Dinner, with food by the Hospitality students.

Re footy I am far more fickle than you, seemingly. As a South Australian living in Victoria I developed a strict barracking hierarchy: (1) Power (2) Crows (3) Any other non-Victorian team (4) Essendon (5) Whoever was playing Hawthorn.

ThirdCat said...

Not really on topic, but is an annual dinner like a school reunion every year? Yikes, she thinks and spends the rest of the day trying to poke a breathing hole through the rubble of insecurities which still descends at the merest, teensiest thought of her adolescence.

Pavlov's Cat said...

Not a school reunion as such -- the Old Scholars' Association Dinners are typically attended by everyone from people now in their 90s to people who left school last year. There are usually 200-300 people there. I like to go because one of my best mates from school is a regular, as is my first-ever boyfriend, plus her older sister and his older brother, who were an item when we were all at school. So we have fun. (Also, the current AHS principal is a lovely bloke of my vintage who lived next door to my mum and dad for ten years -- my folks used to babysit their little girls, now both grown up. How's that for an Adelaide story.)

Re insecurity, by the time you get to my age, everyone looks it, so nobody cares, except that I am nasty enough to enjoy the sight of the people who traded on being pretty girls at school ...