Go the Bronco's!!

If only I had any reasonable amount of interest in rugby league I'd be celebrating with a hangover today after the Brisbane Bronco's won the National Rugby League (NRL) Final last night, beating Melbourne 15-8. Being a bloke, and the NRL representing a sport of some kind thats not cricket, of course I watched it. I had been keeping half an eye on results during the season making sure "my" local side were there or thereabouts (so much so that I knew the names of about two thirds of the Bronco's players - again, its a bloke thing, we absorb useful information like this). It is a little bizarre though. I mean, poor old Melbourne ("the Storm") - they played the entire season at the top of their game, losing only once and finishing a gazillion points clear at the top of the Premiership - yet, they still had to go through the play-offs and then get beaten in the final by the Bronco's. I'm told the Bronco's have the art of peaking at the right time nailed down.

And in case you're interested, the Aussie Rules final was won by the West Coast Eagles from Perth - beating the Sydney Swans. 2 birds with great wing-spans flapping it out in the grand final. By a single point, 85-84, the first time a final was settled by a point in 40 years I was told. Fascinating stuff eh? While this final was going on I was on the golf course blitzing my way round to a burnt nose and a staggering 43 stableford points. Go me. Thats the handicap pulled back to under 16 now and another comp win for me in Indooroopilly in just under a year. Though i have to say, the 18 handicap was nice - there was something comforting about having a shot at every hole.

The weekend just passed began with Aibhe being passed to her grandparents at 4.30 Friday evening for her to spend the night there, thus facilitating.....
- Alissa coming to join me for a few beers after my work finished
- our heading to a Tepanyaki dinner at the Stamford Plaza (my first time...!!)
- us getting home by about 10 for a relaxing drink
- within 20 minutes, us both dozing off on the couch with our rum and cokes in hand (by about 10.30pm)
- us waking bright-eyed and bushy tailed well before 7am
- us being at a cafe nearby by 8am to have breakfast in the sun

So, even with ample opportunity, we really did not maximise the sleeping-in possibilities. Guess it might be a few more years before Aibhe is bringing us our breakfast in bed?