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Actually, you've just reminded me of something Gigs. Didn't Cott pull the same stunt on Rockingham just a few short years ago, and entice a good number of Rocky's first grade across to the seaside?
I think that was the year Rocky were booted out of premier division.
From memory, that ended in tears for Cott also, although not as disasterously as this colts imbroglio.
People have short memories, but the leopard - spots connection always comes to the fore when it's in the blood.
Hey, Gerry, why have you stolen Westie's avatar (or at least a version of it)?
But you've left Westie naked without his Boar!
Can't you provide him with an alternative avatar? Perhaps another red and gold one, but this time with a little, pink, big eared, curly tailed piglet instead?
Oh, and wings of course.
Would there be a breach of copyright?
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It achieved its aim of luring you out from wherever you were hiding Westie Man.
The only similar one I know involves a Curtin player, a pound of butter, and a goat.
Ok, I''ll tell you the other one I know. True story, and explains how West's got that boar's head.
Many of you wouldn't know that Westieman used to be a shearers' cook for a shearing team that employed a heap of West's players in the season. They were all Kiwi imports, after all, and were very good at shearing.
One of those players had a tame pet piglet, which eventually grew up into a handsome boar. He took his pig everywhere with him, even on shearing stints. Very well behaved, it was.
Anyway, one year the team got a contract on a remote station, shearing for a particularly stingy cocky. While the cocky was to provide the food for the team, and Westie had to cook what was provided, there was never enough to go around.
Westie did what he could, shooting and stewing the odd scrawny old kangaroo for extra protein, but the lads were always hungry.
One day however, when the crew turned up for dinner, they were confronted with a beautiful well cooked succulent roast.
Only after they had greedily eaten did Westie admit to them that he had killed the pig, and that that had been their dinner.
A short time later the cocky came around, and saw the mortified, depressed look on the faces of his shearers.
Not wanting to admit he was a stingy old bastard, the Cocky asked "What's wrong? Did Westie fuck up the cooking?"
"Worse" was the mournful reply. "Westie cooked up the fucking."
Tell that to Cori Bernardi, and he wouldn't believe you.
Any club rugby on this weekend?