F'ing Scott Prince
Yes, f-ing Scott Prince indeed. This was suppose to be my first game of the season against a tricky though inferior opposition. With the Bulldogs going to bed for a good part of the game basically only bothering with the first and last 10 minutes of the game, the game proved to a emotional rollercoaster. The rest is history and well done to the Tigers. A 14 point Bulldogs victory would have been better though, I'm sure Jeff wouldn't have minded too much.
In other news, work had me romping around the streets of North Ryde-Macquarie Uni in search of little white and red plant pots as part of our team orienteering day. The catch was it was absolutely pissing down on Wednesday - cue, bring out the ponchos... Yes, a whole 25 of us Actuarial losers in white ponchos about 5 times too big for us going thru the uni bar. Shame on us... it was bloody fun though, particularly the part where we trampled through knee-high grass. Came 4th, 3rd if you exclude the cheaters and 1st if we weren't blind and spent 15 minutes searching for the one clue.
Us poncho wearing losers
In other news, I'm flogging off some old Star Wars books on ebay. Feel free to bid for them and up the price =) Find them here, here and here.

