right, so sports land in oz is a wee bit different.
there is cricket. it is not like baseball.
there is football. which is soccer. i have overheard that our national team is doing well.
and there is rugby. this can be subdivided into rugby union ("posh") and rugby league ("not posh").
and i am slowly being converted, rather recruited, no sculpted into a rubgy league fan. but not a generalist. no, very specifically a rooster.
yes, there is a team called the sydney roosters. and apparently they are my home team. and i have not been given a choice by my dear friend.
attending my second game this past saturday night, i was witness to a miracle. they won.
cockadoodle doo?
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there is a crazy cat lady on my street who strolls to the front of our house to feed the neighborhood stray cats. the other night, i heard what i thought was a chicken or rooster clucking loudly. I was very confused. I went outside and there she was. apparently that is her dinner call to the cats -- who scamper to flock around her feet.
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