The good, the bad, the yobs
I WENDED my way to Brisbane and the rugby union Test match against South Africa last weekend.
It's been a while since I watched live sport of this ilk so I wasn't really sure what I was in for.
So, for what it's worth, I present a few meandering thoughts about the experience…
Like many from North-Eastern NSW we parked just outside town and caught a bus in.
No real traffic, plenty of transit lanes and a delivery point right under the stadium.
A quick hop, skip and jump and you are pushing your digitised ticket into the turnstile and entering the Pantheon.
So far so good.
We were up on level 7 so it was boots, crampons and oxygen for me while the kids zoomed skywards.
Flopping into my seat I was struck, yet again, how bloody good Suncorp is. I've been to a few such facilities over the years and watched from varied points of vantage but Suncorp remains the best venue to watch sport in this country, if not the world.
There is simply not a bad seat in the house and the facilities are all close at hand.
Still going well.
I bought what was called a family ticket - two adults and two kids for a non-exorbitant price.
You don't expect the best seats but you could be excused for believing you'd be surrounded by other families.
I didn't expect Little House on the Prairie or a band of angelic cherubs either but there was a certain expectation nevertheless.
So how come we were sitting just in front of the South African equivalent of Pommy football yobbos?
At various times we were sprayed with rum and coke with liberal sprinklings of beer.
Not only that but they both seemed to have a severe case of Tourette's such was their limited grasp of the English language.
It doesn't really faze me normally but I was with my wife and kids and, godammit, I'd bought a family ticket!
While there were a few other families in our area we seemed to have more than our fair share of well-behaved but utterly, totally, absolutely paralytic blokes.
Do they have responsible service of alcohol in Queensland?
I was moved to sample the fare and I wasn't disappointed!
It is still undeniably ordinary and priced as if attendees arrived in a Maserati or had just won first division in lotto.
Lucky I'd managed to smuggle in a couple of contraband Mars Bars but wished I'd brought some water because apparently in South-East Queensland it really is very rare and priced as such!
Notwithstanding my incessant whingeing, the game itself was sensational - good atmosphere played in great spirit with massive physical confrontation.
The Wallabies seemed looser and ran it a bit - bodes well for the future. Alas, that too was marred by more high kicks than a Moulin Rouge final number. Not only that, they were aimless and pointless - the IRB simply has to do something about it!
Annoyingly, the game was also interspersed with adverts for the various sponsors.
You go to a game to avoid that crap, not be assailed with yet more of it. I'm never going to buy another Bundy and will think twice about jetting off on Qantas, I can tell you.
I wondered too about some of the nannying that we are presented with.
There were at least two announcements about the seats. They reminded us that all seats at Suncorp were of the flip-up variety and the ticketholder should make sure they are in the down position before sitting down!
Flipping heck, what next? Clapping may bring on carpel tunnel and cheering a sore throat?
Leaving was a breeze, too - final whistle, quickly subterranean, on to a quietly revving bus which, as soon as it approached semi-fullness, was dispatched and 15 min-utes later we were hopping into the car and heading home.
And all included in the price!
Is it just me or do many others feel this way?