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- Sturt, West Perth
I am 33 now. Spent from 24 to 31 out every weekend night with the boys after playing footy, smashing myself to ribbons, life of the party so to speak. Was looser than a wizards sleeve.
I am now engaged and have been out a handful of times after games this season. I actually choose not to be out, for a number of reasons ..
Just to name a few.
Now I cop the 'is the missus letting you out tonight?' 'How tight is your leash Pekay?' and all ilk of insults, which I don't really care about. Every now and then I'll give them a taste of the old me, smashing schooners and shots, biting them on the face/neck/body, and then the following tuesday at training, it's all 'I'm glad you don't come out any more, you're out of control on the piss'.....and they wonder why I choose to go home after playing.
I'm not whipped, maybe I am, I don't really give a toss for the title. However, I've been there, done it, mastered most of the inane crap that they think is new. I just prefer to spend nights with the missus, coz she gives plenty up for me to play Saturdays and coach during the week. Happy wife, happy life.
If we happen to win a flag this season, I'll bring the old bear out for a run.
I am now engaged and have been out a handful of times after games this season. I actually choose not to be out, for a number of reasons ..
- After a game, I am completely spent (I play up forward, but that's besides the point)
- My ol town of Richmond, and our sponsors pub more so, is slowly turning into a meeting point for roided up angriffs spoiling for a knuckle. 5 years ago I'd take them all on, but I've mellowed enough.
- I can't justify spending $200 + on getting w***ered and wasting a whole Sunday on the couch/asleep.
- The younger blokes with a skinful actually shit me to tears.
- I now live 40 minutes from my footy ground so the convenience of a $15 cab ride home is long gone.
- Whatever they are doing while out on the syrup, I've done, amplified by 10.
Just to name a few.
Now I cop the 'is the missus letting you out tonight?' 'How tight is your leash Pekay?' and all ilk of insults, which I don't really care about. Every now and then I'll give them a taste of the old me, smashing schooners and shots, biting them on the face/neck/body, and then the following tuesday at training, it's all 'I'm glad you don't come out any more, you're out of control on the piss'.....and they wonder why I choose to go home after playing.
I'm not whipped, maybe I am, I don't really give a toss for the title. However, I've been there, done it, mastered most of the inane crap that they think is new. I just prefer to spend nights with the missus, coz she gives plenty up for me to play Saturdays and coach during the week. Happy wife, happy life.
If we happen to win a flag this season, I'll bring the old bear out for a run.








