Dally M fiasco sees Gallop firm as dickhead of year

Dullard Gallop said players were not going to hold a gun to the NRL's head but he should have added his lot was more than capable of doing it themselves,
The NRL is adept at shooting itself in the head, in the foot and probably firing a few accurate rounds up its collective hopoate.
The Bash recommends kiddies playing league to try that last one at home so they can discover it requires quite a deal of skill.

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It was great to see Anthony "The Man For ALL Sports" Mundane take the world boxing crown.
But The Bash reckons the funniest part was watching the pisspot poofta bimbo sections of the media reach for their rubbers after declaring the Man was gunna get the snot beat out of him.
Of course they were typically ungracious after the win , saying it was a Mickey Mouse title which Mundane would soon lose anyway.
Now some reckon Mundane is a poor sport and not a true champion, but that did not seem to bother anyone when Lay Down and Spewit won the world tennis crown.
Make of that what you will, true league fans.
For pure top-drawer moronic poetry, I thought the two-week suspension of David Peachey won on points over Dullard Gallop's ridiculous hysteria after the tiny all-in blue in the recent Warriors-Broncos game.
I realise, true league fan, your score card might have Gallop in front for his idiocy in shafting his own judiciary as well his efforts in trying to bring the game into disrepute among the mums and dads of primary school kiddies.
I suppose his vein-popping "gun at the head speech" certainly had Gallop amassing a swag of late votes in the Dally M Award for rugby league dickhead of the year.
Until that outburst, the Bash thought it was inconceivable anybody could challenge the three clear favourites - Ricketty Stewheart, Guts Ghoul and Wayne Bunny.
It's a shame that Dally M was called off as, if Bunny won, he had to be shoo-in for induction into the Dickhead Ball of Flame.
Of course, the NRL judiciary quickly grew tired of true league fans laughing in its face and it knocked the David Peachey suspension on the head.
During the Peach fiasco, The Bash sent an idea to the NRL for next year, namely that I think the image of the game would be enhanced if referees' jumpers carried health warnings.
You might be able to help me out here, true league fans, as I have only worked out two message so far: "Warning: this man can do something totally stupid" and "Warning: referereeing can be detrimental to your team".

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The Bash woke on Monday morning with a very light wallet and realised the finals were here and the team he backed were not among the actioneers.
Because this is a newspaper sports report, I feel compelled to state the bleeding obvious and say it's an open final.
Top teams, the Panthers and the Roosters, look to have relatively easy strolls to round three, yet the Bulldogs are favourites despite a tough game against the Warriors this weekend.
Desperate to recoup just a smidgin of me depleted fortune, I will be backing Bulldogs and Storm for the grand final quinella. As the weekend's results unfold, I may have a saver on the Bulldogs-Warriors grand final next week.

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All this fuss about the judiciary is a bit much, as the only person to get justice in a court of law in the past 100 years is Pauline Hanson.
I hope,. true league fans, you are not among the many fuckwits bleating about her sentence.
The Bash is not the greatest mathematician on the planet but I figure three large for stealing half a mill sounds about correct weight. It works out at about a year for each 170 grand she nicked.
If that makes her a political prisoner, then so was Bondy, while Skase mustabeen a political prisoner in exile.
In football or politics or business, they might squeal like stuck pigs, but in reality, they're just plain pigs.
Cop-u-lata
The Bash