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Last weekend about a dozen mates all went to Jindabyne for some skiing and we stayed at a club lodge with no TV. I went along on the proviso we all found a good local where I could watch the Swans on Sat night. So Sat evening we all trooped down to the local bowling club where they had a number of big screens showing Swans, rugby world cup plus league finals. So far, so good.
Then around qtr time in the Swans game a few of the guys who were not interested in any of the sport wandered off to the pub down the road. 20 mins later all our phones started ringing with them telling us the final of the miss snow bunny bikini contest was about to start. Exit a few more of the guys who had been watching the early league game. At the half time break, the phones went bezerk ... snow bunnies were now on stage and very hot. Exit the rest of the mates except me and one other who claimed to be a Swans fan. Then Q3 comes and Saints come back big time. One more phone call from up the road to tell us the next round was the bikini round. Exit the other so-called Swans fan. So I sat on my lonesome and watched a glorious win right to the end and even until I saw them sing the song back in the dressing room.
I never made it to the snow bunnies. Back at the lodge next morning I was gleefully shown photos of what I missed, which was quite impressive. So now I know just how much I'm prepared to sacrifice to feed my Swannies addiction.
So over to the rest of you - you know you're addicted to the Swans when???
Then around qtr time in the Swans game a few of the guys who were not interested in any of the sport wandered off to the pub down the road. 20 mins later all our phones started ringing with them telling us the final of the miss snow bunny bikini contest was about to start. Exit a few more of the guys who had been watching the early league game. At the half time break, the phones went bezerk ... snow bunnies were now on stage and very hot. Exit the rest of the mates except me and one other who claimed to be a Swans fan. Then Q3 comes and Saints come back big time. One more phone call from up the road to tell us the next round was the bikini round. Exit the other so-called Swans fan. So I sat on my lonesome and watched a glorious win right to the end and even until I saw them sing the song back in the dressing room.
I never made it to the snow bunnies. Back at the lodge next morning I was gleefully shown photos of what I missed, which was quite impressive. So now I know just how much I'm prepared to sacrifice to feed my Swannies addiction.
So over to the rest of you - you know you're addicted to the Swans when???
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