Broncos sink in Perth

Last night the Broncos trekked for Perth which meant our game was delayed. Not really a bad thing, we got to watch the Bulldogs pull form out of nowhere to beat an almost retarded Tigers. When I think of Perth, I immediately think of the WACA - hardened by the sun, the pitch always gives solid bounce and fast pace. The telecast switches over for the Broncos game and the first thing we all say is: "You cannot be serious."

It deadset looked more like a water polo match than a game of Rugby League. Isn't there a point where starting that game had to be in question? Yes, they were in Perth. Yes, you couldn't call the game off due to the good that it will do for the expansion of the game. How about delaying it to Saturday afternoon? Or at least getting a super-sopper for God's sake.

As soon as that game started in those conditions, it went from a NRL to a coin flip. Case in point, Rhys Wesser's try. Sandow kicked the absolute piss out of that ball and in any other conditions, it would have hit old mate in the 7th row. Instead, it hits the massive lake in the try area and stops on a dime. Wesser strolls in and scores. The Bunnies cannot beat an egg yet they beat us due to the weather. Call it crying foul over a loss or whatever you will, that was bullshit.

Oh, at least JT got off and the Publican at the Victory for feeding McCullough and Hunt drinks as it gives a reason to drop the two noobs.