I don’t want to watch the third State of Origin game tonight, but I will. Like a father spending his Saturday watching under 13s cricket while he waits in vain to see his son bat at number eleven, I will loyally tune in to channel 9 at precisely 8:17pm tonight – thus avoiding the pre-game hype – to…Read More I Will Reluctantly Watch Origin 3 Tonight
“Soccer is for pussies” It’s a refrain uttered by many Australians when speaking about the round ball game, and despite soccer’s increasing popularity, it’s a tough tag to shift. Maybe it’s because soccer is, and never will be, as physically intense as league, union or AFL. It is true that when it comes to bodies colliding…Read More Can a Crocked Neymar Salvage Soccer’s Burgeoning Reputation as a Sport for Pussies?
I recently penned a piece about the joyous relief of letting one’s self devolve into a bile-spitting drunken lunatic during State of Origin, and indeed argued that it was perhaps a necessary outlet for your (and your family’s) ongoing survival. Well now, two games in and with the series effectively over, I’m experiencing the come-down.…Read More Why I Fucking Hate Origin
As an adolescent boy yet to discover other life pleasures, State of Origin was the highlight of my calendar year. The anticipation would build through the entire week leading up to Game One, reaching its epic crescendo on Wednesday afternoon. That afternoon would be spent playing touch football on the backcourts at school until 6pm, at…Read More State of Origin Provides Stability During Times of Great Change
It is no secret that we at The Public Apology have a maniacal, OCD-like appreciation for everything yesteryear. Every player, sport and team in the modern era pales in comparison – in terms of personality, aesthetic and game play – to how it was when we were in our most formative years. Royston Lightning, not…Read More Lamenting The Recent Proliferation Of Faux-Retro Rugby League Jerseys