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A few years ago, when we first started the player sponsorship campaign, the sponsors dinner was barely even a pie night, a quick bite after training upstairs in the Fred Flanagan room. Dress was track-suit pants. From all accounts, as I wasn't fortunate enough to go, it was a fairly intimate affair bereft of any fanfare where you conversation flowed freely.
Go forward a few years and I have finally been given the chance to go to one of these things. Drag out the suit, shine up the shoes, lather up the brylcream, pop a mint in the mouth and head down to the casino. I was playing Tim Callan to SJ's Bartel. Greeting us was Travis Varcoe's empty chair, the occupant having gone off in search of a tie. I had been a bit nervous about meeting him. Generally I have no desire to meet any of the players - I dont spend my money with the idea that these people could baby-sit my kids, I just want them to play footy. He turned up with tie. However I am glad to say that Travis was simply a nice bloke, courteous, open and happy for a bit of chat, eventually. He seemed a bit jaded with the function and saw it rightly as just one of those things he has to do as part of his obligations. He'd also just endured a season of rehab, keeping him largely away from the main group. This wasn't an easy process either physically or mentally.
He spoke with animation of his trip to Ireland though and various nocturnal exploits, albeit nothing to give Neil Balme sleepless nights. And while the trip ended with him on the injured list, there were no regrets, the chance to represent your country was not something that Travis was going to let slip.
We talked on various subjects, Adam is back in Adelaide with a job and a place with Centrals. Mention was made of the backstreets of Grovedale and tyranny of travelling to Melbourne. A laugh was had at the idea that Kevin Sheedy had been on the phone. Meanwhile the speeches and 'entertainment' carried on, often rather loudly. Colin Carter spoke well, Chris Scott not so well (did his mother not tell him to keep his hands out of his pockets?) The team were presented and a few comments sought from Mooney and Ling.
The highlight was the presentation of the new players to the team. Most were nervous, George Burbury was a wag, Ryan Bathie was relaxed and Simpkin was intense.
Also at our table was Jordan Schroeder and his entourage, including Mum and Dad, brother, grand parents and the couple he was staying with in Geelong. While I didn't speak to Jordan, I did get to hear a bit about him from his grandparents. His footy at the Cannons was pretty much in the shadow of Tom Liberatore and Mitch Wallis. A quiet kid who was now coming out abit more and getting more confident in his own capabilities, expect big things from him.
About 15 minutes before the events trailed off, Travis and a number of other players, left. We shook hands and I wished him all the best. The next time I hope to run into him is after his having played a stellar season and having signed a new contract. The night was fun, but ultimately lacked any real purpose other than a bit of fund-raising, I found my self wishing they'd had the pies of a few years earlier rather than wagyu vol-au-vents. Let the ceremonies finish and the real battle commence.
A big thanks has to go out to Jordan's grandparents who kindly offered me a lift home when we realised that we lived quite close to each other. Good to know that the new people to Geelong are quality people (even if they are Bulldog supporters)
Go forward a few years and I have finally been given the chance to go to one of these things. Drag out the suit, shine up the shoes, lather up the brylcream, pop a mint in the mouth and head down to the casino. I was playing Tim Callan to SJ's Bartel. Greeting us was Travis Varcoe's empty chair, the occupant having gone off in search of a tie. I had been a bit nervous about meeting him. Generally I have no desire to meet any of the players - I dont spend my money with the idea that these people could baby-sit my kids, I just want them to play footy. He turned up with tie. However I am glad to say that Travis was simply a nice bloke, courteous, open and happy for a bit of chat, eventually. He seemed a bit jaded with the function and saw it rightly as just one of those things he has to do as part of his obligations. He'd also just endured a season of rehab, keeping him largely away from the main group. This wasn't an easy process either physically or mentally.
He spoke with animation of his trip to Ireland though and various nocturnal exploits, albeit nothing to give Neil Balme sleepless nights. And while the trip ended with him on the injured list, there were no regrets, the chance to represent your country was not something that Travis was going to let slip.
We talked on various subjects, Adam is back in Adelaide with a job and a place with Centrals. Mention was made of the backstreets of Grovedale and tyranny of travelling to Melbourne. A laugh was had at the idea that Kevin Sheedy had been on the phone. Meanwhile the speeches and 'entertainment' carried on, often rather loudly. Colin Carter spoke well, Chris Scott not so well (did his mother not tell him to keep his hands out of his pockets?) The team were presented and a few comments sought from Mooney and Ling.
The highlight was the presentation of the new players to the team. Most were nervous, George Burbury was a wag, Ryan Bathie was relaxed and Simpkin was intense.
Also at our table was Jordan Schroeder and his entourage, including Mum and Dad, brother, grand parents and the couple he was staying with in Geelong. While I didn't speak to Jordan, I did get to hear a bit about him from his grandparents. His footy at the Cannons was pretty much in the shadow of Tom Liberatore and Mitch Wallis. A quiet kid who was now coming out abit more and getting more confident in his own capabilities, expect big things from him.
About 15 minutes before the events trailed off, Travis and a number of other players, left. We shook hands and I wished him all the best. The next time I hope to run into him is after his having played a stellar season and having signed a new contract. The night was fun, but ultimately lacked any real purpose other than a bit of fund-raising, I found my self wishing they'd had the pies of a few years earlier rather than wagyu vol-au-vents. Let the ceremonies finish and the real battle commence.
A big thanks has to go out to Jordan's grandparents who kindly offered me a lift home when we realised that we lived quite close to each other. Good to know that the new people to Geelong are quality people (even if they are Bulldog supporters)






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