After a great 2011 where we get to week 2 in the finals and lose away to brisbane, we have a big pre season leading up to 2012.
Nic Nat is now the leagues premier ruckman,
Cox is coming off the bench and pinch-hitting as well as kicking a few goals.
Swift, Masten, Shuey, Kerr and Ebert are murdering it in the midfield.
We are right up there in the betting odds and we are looking good for a shake at the flag.
Then news hits.....
Ben Cousins wants to come back for a final year.
So we sign him back up for one season,
the season where we go on to win the flag.
With Tom Swift now captain, he holds the cup aloft his head alongside Woosha and just as that piece-o-shit-vic Judd did, calls Cousins up to hold the cup with Woosh and Cousins does that same arm swing, pushes that AFL announcer with the turkey gobble neck out of the way and says into the mic...
"THATS WHAT IM TALKIN ABOWT!"
Nic Nat is now the leagues premier ruckman,
Cox is coming off the bench and pinch-hitting as well as kicking a few goals.
Swift, Masten, Shuey, Kerr and Ebert are murdering it in the midfield.
We are right up there in the betting odds and we are looking good for a shake at the flag.
Then news hits.....
Ben Cousins wants to come back for a final year.
So we sign him back up for one season,
the season where we go on to win the flag.
With Tom Swift now captain, he holds the cup aloft his head alongside Woosha and just as that piece-o-shit-vic Judd did, calls Cousins up to hold the cup with Woosh and Cousins does that same arm swing, pushes that AFL announcer with the turkey gobble neck out of the way and says into the mic...
"THATS WHAT IM TALKIN ABOWT!"









