i don't know why I spend time working hard when I could just come up with some batshit crazy idea and brand it as "building mental resilience" that will improve your "culture" and then ship it around to elite australian sporting clubs, who seem to be filled with the most desperate people on earth who will spend thousands of dollar on literally anythingThe Adelaide cult thing reminds me of a school excursion I went on many moons ago.
No one knew exactly where we were going except there were murmurs from the year level above that they would 'make us cry'. Turns out we were going to a session at Jim Stynes' Reach foundation in this weird warehouse in Abbotsford, and they did indeed, attempt with some success to make us cry. They spent the better part of 5 hours breaking us down, telling us how s**t we were and making us picture our own funeral. Bizarre day.