Well, it's footy time again. And when Melbourne aren't on a Friday night that means sitting down and enjoying the genius of Gary Lyon and Dennis Cometti ("Well, the ball certainly has a sense of humour) on Channel 9. Of course there's also the irritating Dermott Brereton to contend with but he's not as bad as he used to be. Eddie's on as well of course, and he's proven himself to be one of the better callers of recent times so I'll take him a balance to the colossal bullshit Dermie speaks.
Anyway, for about the last four seasons we've had this anti-drink driving ad on in Melbourne (interstate viewers may have localised versions featuring crap sports like Rugby Union) whenever Richmond play. It's basically just two pissheads having drunken conversations and being stopped from driving their car by a tiger roaring when they attempt to open the door. So far so completely banal? Well there's a bit in it that I don't get. Just as they're leaving the MCG one pisspot says to the other,
"Play the theme song to dreamer because you didn't kick the winning goal in '98 my friend"
All these years and I've never been able to work out what in gods name he's talking about. A movie perhaps? I think they deliberately wrote a script that made no sense at all so people would look at it and go "Sweet jesus, I'm never drinking again if I speak that kind of crap".
The only thing I remember about Richmond's '98 season is when they needed to beat us in the last round to secure a rare finals spot but went home 76 point losers (Neitz and Jeff Farmer 5 each for the winners). That game was also notable for Farmer's screamer which was RIPPED OFF from winning Mark-of-the-Year because Bruce McAvaney wanted to have Winston Abraham's children (Bruce: "Ohhhh Winnie! Silky skills! Isn't he gifted?" Australia: "Fuck off"). The bogans should have talked about that game instead. I saw grown men cry because they didn't finish 8th and earn the right to get pounded in the first week of the finals. That would make a much better ad than the highly unrealistic scenario of a potential drink-driver being convinced not to drive at high speed through pedestrians on Brunton Avenue (which is closed after each match at the discretion of the Police Operational Commander as the MCG scoreboard delights in telling you every week) by the king of the jungle.
So, if anyone knows what in the name of jebus that ad is referring to then please send answers on the back of Danny Frawley's resignation letter to the usual address because it's really been concerning me recently.
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