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That terrible time when Mad Monday turns to a wakeRockhampton Morning BulletinThese are treasured memories in a player's career as first-grade premierships can be a rare achievement (Norths cricket, Parkana soccer and Cronulla Sharks ...
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That terrible time when Mad Monday turns to a wake
Frazer Pearce
30th September 2009
THE euphoria of a grand-final win.
That magic moment when a sniff of a title at the start of a long season turns into a great gulp of success from a premiership cup.
It’s a terrific taste that some lucky Central Queenslanders have dined out on over the past month, both on and off the field, as their teams prevailed in the title decider.
These are treasured memories in a player’s career as first-grade premierships can be a rare achievement (Norths cricket, Parkana soccer and Cronulla Sharks players will know what I’m talking about).
In my days as a sport reporter, every grand final was special, where players would put their bodies on the line for that illusive shot at a title.
In small country towns the grand-final atmosphere could be almost hostile, like two tribes going to war.
As well as the high of a win, there is the disappointment of losing.
I reckon the Comets will feel a little stiff this year after beating eventual Queensland Cup premier Sunshine Coast with a courageous defensive effort in that epic 21-14 semi-final win at Browne Park.
In my brief rugby career I missed the 1980 Darling Downs first-grade grand final for Toowoomba Rangers when I fractured a collar bone in the major semi.
I’m not too sure what I, a 75kg five-eighth, was thinking when I tried to crash tackle a 110kg Gatton prop, but it was later described by witnesses as like a rabbit hitting a Mack truck.
On grand-final day I had to sit through the frustration of watching a 3-3 all extra-time grand-final draw against Dalby.
The score line says it all. You wouldn’t watch it again if someone paid you.
There was no rematch because Dalby was flying out on its end of season trip to the USA. That’s what you get for waking up in Vegas, fellas. Talk about a premiership anti-climax.
My next grand final was a 1984 D grade indoor cricket decider in Rockhampton.
Yes it was a big deal, although it didn’t get much media coverage.
Extra time again, and we lost. Believe it or not it was exciting, even for the spectator.
And I don’t blame my last-wicket batting partner for the loss.
Chris, are you still out there?
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That terrible time when Mad Monday turns to a wake
Frazer Pearce
30th September 2009
THE euphoria of a grand-final win.
That magic moment when a sniff of a title at the start of a long season turns into a great gulp of success from a premiership cup.
It’s a terrific taste that some lucky Central Queenslanders have dined out on over the past month, both on and off the field, as their teams prevailed in the title decider.
These are treasured memories in a player’s career as first-grade premierships can be a rare achievement (Norths cricket, Parkana soccer and Cronulla Sharks players will know what I’m talking about).
In my days as a sport reporter, every grand final was special, where players would put their bodies on the line for that illusive shot at a title.
In small country towns the grand-final atmosphere could be almost hostile, like two tribes going to war.
As well as the high of a win, there is the disappointment of losing.
I reckon the Comets will feel a little stiff this year after beating eventual Queensland Cup premier Sunshine Coast with a courageous defensive effort in that epic 21-14 semi-final win at Browne Park.
In my brief rugby career I missed the 1980 Darling Downs first-grade grand final for Toowoomba Rangers when I fractured a collar bone in the major semi.
I’m not too sure what I, a 75kg five-eighth, was thinking when I tried to crash tackle a 110kg Gatton prop, but it was later described by witnesses as like a rabbit hitting a Mack truck.
On grand-final day I had to sit through the frustration of watching a 3-3 all extra-time grand-final draw against Dalby.
The score line says it all. You wouldn’t watch it again if someone paid you.
There was no rematch because Dalby was flying out on its end of season trip to the USA. That’s what you get for waking up in Vegas, fellas. Talk about a premiership anti-climax.
My next grand final was a 1984 D grade indoor cricket decider in Rockhampton.
Yes it was a big deal, although it didn’t get much media coverage.
Extra time again, and we lost. Believe it or not it was exciting, even for the spectator.
And I don’t blame my last-wicket batting partner for the loss.
Chris, are you still out there?