Cab into the city central post day one against the Blues, connect with family of Torch as we cross the main bridge on Yarra. Share observations and thoughts from day one and muse about the irony in playing against Carlton today as we approach a boat cruise. A cruise that promises what we are not sure of but it would be safe to assume that being hand cuffed to another is not on the menu.
Traverse across the river promenade, additional guests of Lions emerge from footpath bars to enhance the blend of humanity so that we do not become floating Lions refugees. Still not quite sure about the white shoes as a fashion viewpoint, but the generations are moving further apart.
Cat Shagger, glowing with post coital centurionism and the presence of his lovely partner, ushers the Lions on board. Mad Dog Ginger has held his end up again with an entourage of physicality should things gets dangerous, he won't have to rely upon the absent Ninja.
Instructions read out by the boat captain, bar staff acquainted as the lager and fizz starts to flow. As normal the rear of the boat becomes the main gathering point, the narrow path at times becoming treacherous for the femmes in maxi dresses (not the Lions Max1, these are a clothing adornment) when coupled with the toilet entrance.
Some of Melbourne's finest pizzas delivered at a bank side interval, enough crust to choke Kebab, giving consistency to the overall low maintenance theme. Food in boxes, beer in cans, chick fizz in plastic - complete disposability. Spend some time in the family corner, quiet with a pleasant sea breeze but completely dominated in presence by those with connections to the Chairman family tree. Thankfully the intelligent females present ensure conversation moves away from obvious cricket speak as the different shapes of a luminous Docklands pass in the night.
Furious managing a suitable pace in the downing of green cans, SOC being a useful drinks waiter from the corner position with his new best friend, Achmal Sajid Givemeabeer, when he is not aimlessly tossing with his unique cross over arm delivery style.
Can sense a few young cubs displaying the effect of youthful consumption, seems that two cans are still enough. Return to shore, all things unharmed except for a domestic situation with Gas Box unfolding on the departure, nothing serious appears. The event complete, no damage and a precursor for the stayers to move further into alphabet land or whatever it is that CQ stands for. Will the white shoes prevent entry, stay tuned for more - maybe.
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