origin three

okay, so at the end of last year, when the maroons had won five straight origin series consecutively, which was a new record, i know i said, "thank-you very much, blues, you can win next (meaning 2011) year. we've won five consecutively, which is a new record.
but i was wrong!!!!
see, this year is darren lockyer's swansong; he's hanging up his boots after this game, and we HAVE to send him off with a win! i mean, how would it feel to win five consecutive years, then, in your last year before retiring, you lose? that'd be a DREADFUL way to go out! so, sorry blues, we need to win this series too.
after origin two, i'd sent an e-mail to uncle colbert, telling him that it was ALL HIS FAULT that the maroons had lost the second game; you see, without his support, the maroons flopped! >< the next day, he responded my e-mail, accepting all the blame. XD
anyways, he figured it would be in his best interests to turn up for the third game. :P after he passed my clothing inspection (NOTHING blue! :P) he took a seat on the sofa beside me. dad sat behind us in a dining room chair, giving him easy access to all the food. :P
wow, can you believe it - there were almost fifty thousand people in attendance! the official count was sth like 48 998?
originally, i had a lil trouble remembering who was the captain of the blues - paul gallen or kurt gidley. uncle colbert told me that gallen was the captain, and i reminded myself of this fact through alphabetical order.actually, poor gallen had a rib injury, and i was kinda horrid when i started praying, "please, can someone bruise gallen's ribs so he can't play and will haveta sit out most of the match? but uncle colbert was even more cruel:"BREAK his ribs!" he cried. o_O :P
the game started well for us! we were leading, and holding the blues try-less. then the phone rings, and mother goes to answer the phone. it's little mickey, my almost four year old cousin. mother wanders down the hallway to chat with him, and in her absence, the blues score. >< when she comes back, i gripe @ her, "it's all your fault. without your support, the blues scored." XD
half time brings one quick toilet trip for me then it's back to the television. dad and uncle colbert drink rice green tea and share an orange/mandarin; mother kindly passes me two pocky.
the second half brings more jubilation, more tries. it's our custom to toss bear bear up in the air to celebrate everytime queensland scores a try; however dad does this a lil too over enthusiastically and knocks poor bear bear's nose against the ceiling! >< uncle colbert takes over the job of celebrating with bear bear after that. :P
and bear bear's show of disdain towards the blues: both halves, when they ran out onto the field, bear bear pointed his butt towards the television screen. :P
poor thurston suffered a leg injury sometime during the second half, and was stretchered off the field. "ahh, he over-extended his tendon," says uncle colbert, ever the consummate professional. i don't know what uncle colbert meant by 'over-extending his tendon' and asked him to please explain. uncle colbert picks up bear bear, bends his leg backwards, and demonstrates to me what 'overextension' means. later that night, i ask bear bear did overextension hurt really badly, and bear bear answered, "not for me, it didn't. see, i'm a soft teddy, no bones. bending me this way and that won't hurt me. but if i had bones, then yes! it would've hurt like hell!"
i was kinda disdainful of thurston coming back onto the field in a wheelchair being pushed by this really old bloke; i mean, come on! he's got two good hands and one good leg - he should've been able to push himself around just fine! i mean, i've only got one good arm and one good leg and i can manage it! @ the very least, he should've stood up for the photo that could've graced the front cover of today's courier mail!
"how could he stand, em?" mum reasoned with me, "i mean, look, he's only got one good leg."
"he could've stood like you always accuse me of standing," i replied, "weight bearing only on the good side." but the guys did a pretty good job of covering up the wheelchair he was sitting in for the group winners photo. :)
all in all, i'm amazingly proud of our lads for winning SIX series consecutively! if the poor blues are feeling like the losers that they really are :P well, they can have the next series. we've won SIX in a row, now! :D
next post here ... prolly next thursday night, it's the monthly book club! which reminds me, i haven't finished the book yet! better hurry up~
cheers,
em. ^^