LeverPuller
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- Jun 23, 2011
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(This is a sequel to last year's Unofficial Preview, at http://www.bigfooty.com/forum/threa...thread-opposition-supporters-welcome.1025277/)
A friend had suggested that, with the Fremantle week, we go and try something new. His suggestion was the 'Purple Haze' pizza at the Mad Moose in Yarraville.
With only a slightly better result last year as Hawthorn stopped the domination of the Purple-and-Silver on Grand Final day, I felt better about this year's game. Undaunted, I trekked long and hard to the other side of the Yarra to try this pizza he was banging on about.
Wander in. My buddy already has a table. He waves me over and we order two "Purple Haze" pizzas.
"Are you here for the special?" asks the waitress.
"...what's the special?" I enquire, suddenly nervous.
"Well, with each Purple Haze pizza this week, you also get, for free, one badly-damaged BMW driven by a mate of Colin Sylvia!"
"...a WHAT?" I thunder as I look at my mate, who laughs as he gets up and leaves.
"Yup. The great man himself is in town, and in his honour we're trying to get rid of some of our garbage too."
I sigh. At least she's not Hayden Ballantyne. "Fine. Do I have to get the Beamer now, or can I pick it up later?"
"Later is fine. Be aware though, after awhile the engine starts to sulk and needs to be driven a long way away if it's got any chance of returning to normal." She hands me the key.
I muck around on my phone while waiting for the pizza. All of a sudden, the restaurant goes quiet, followed by intense muttering among the other tables.
Colin Sylvia is at the door. He nods in my direction.
s**t.
As he walks through, he grabs two Crownies straight off other tables and proceeds to down them. He smashes through them, then thuds down on the chair next to me before pulling out another beer from his pocket.
An Abita Purple Haze.
"H...hi Col. How's Ross and the west treating you?"
"It's a ripper, Striker. I can get boozed at midday on a Sunday! And it's normal! I can punch blokes in the WAFL and I'm doing the community a favour! And what's more, they've got this great beer. Wanna try some?"
"Nah, I'm good. Say, you didn't bring anyone else over with you?"
"Don't you know Striker? We're playing in the Top End this week. The Big D. The humungous pe-"
"Really? Well, that's good. And why aren't you up there Col?"
"I've got a much more...important job. Ross and the boys wanted me to bring this to you. Told me you would be here for sure."
"Bring what?"
Suddenly, the waitress comes over with the pizza. "One Purple Haze. Enjoy!" Oddly though, there was something on the middle of it.
A Polaroid picture. Of two gentlemen kissing.
Goddammit.
Freo by 26.
A friend had suggested that, with the Fremantle week, we go and try something new. His suggestion was the 'Purple Haze' pizza at the Mad Moose in Yarraville.
With only a slightly better result last year as Hawthorn stopped the domination of the Purple-and-Silver on Grand Final day, I felt better about this year's game. Undaunted, I trekked long and hard to the other side of the Yarra to try this pizza he was banging on about.
Wander in. My buddy already has a table. He waves me over and we order two "Purple Haze" pizzas.
"Are you here for the special?" asks the waitress.
"...what's the special?" I enquire, suddenly nervous.
"Well, with each Purple Haze pizza this week, you also get, for free, one badly-damaged BMW driven by a mate of Colin Sylvia!"
"...a WHAT?" I thunder as I look at my mate, who laughs as he gets up and leaves.
"Yup. The great man himself is in town, and in his honour we're trying to get rid of some of our garbage too."
I sigh. At least she's not Hayden Ballantyne. "Fine. Do I have to get the Beamer now, or can I pick it up later?"
"Later is fine. Be aware though, after awhile the engine starts to sulk and needs to be driven a long way away if it's got any chance of returning to normal." She hands me the key.
I muck around on my phone while waiting for the pizza. All of a sudden, the restaurant goes quiet, followed by intense muttering among the other tables.
Colin Sylvia is at the door. He nods in my direction.
s**t.
As he walks through, he grabs two Crownies straight off other tables and proceeds to down them. He smashes through them, then thuds down on the chair next to me before pulling out another beer from his pocket.
An Abita Purple Haze.
"H...hi Col. How's Ross and the west treating you?"
"It's a ripper, Striker. I can get boozed at midday on a Sunday! And it's normal! I can punch blokes in the WAFL and I'm doing the community a favour! And what's more, they've got this great beer. Wanna try some?"
"Nah, I'm good. Say, you didn't bring anyone else over with you?"
"Don't you know Striker? We're playing in the Top End this week. The Big D. The humungous pe-"
"Really? Well, that's good. And why aren't you up there Col?"
"I've got a much more...important job. Ross and the boys wanted me to bring this to you. Told me you would be here for sure."
"Bring what?"
Suddenly, the waitress comes over with the pizza. "One Purple Haze. Enjoy!" Oddly though, there was something on the middle of it.
A Polaroid picture. Of two gentlemen kissing.
Goddammit.
Freo by 26.
