New Zealand seems to have a better sense of humor than Australia when it comes to double entendre, as evidenced by the reaction from organizers of an Aussie netball tournament upon learning of the team name of one of its entrants.
A West Coast netball team competing in an Australian tournament at the weekend have been forced to change their name as organisers raised concerns over a possible double meaning.
The Greymouth side, formerly known as the Master Baiters, are headed for the Sydney World Masters Games under the title new Master Netters - a less risque reference to whitebaiting. via.
“Whitebaiting” is actually a term referring to fishing, and not pissing off Caucasians. I felt compelled to point that out. It’s too bad, because “Master Netters” does nothing to make me giggle like a 12-year-old.
Dawn Fraser won the Olympic 100-meter women’s freestyle in 1956, 1960, and 1964. And just the other day, at age 71, she fought off and helped capture some ass that tried to rob her.
“This guy came out of the gate and grabbed me and I grabbed him by the ear and I kicked him in the groin,” she told several Australian television stations.
“So he had to let me go. He threatened my life and I got really annoyed about that and just grabbed him by the ear and the hair.” via.
And then she said, “G’day mate,” because they do that down there. But yeah, I never thought of a threat on my life as being “annoying” before, but I guess that would qualify. Since retiring from swimming in 1964 after being accused of stealing a Japanese flag (seriously,) she went into politics and then did their version of Dancing With The Stars. What a life. Other than writing a memoir and taking a weekend trip to Singapore, I’d say she has that bucket list knocked out.
Women’s international soccer just got sexier after this melee between Australia and China, where “G’Day Mate!” and…I have no idea how to say hello in Chinese. Well, my intro has just been shot to hell.
At the Women’s AFC Under-19 Championship, a 22-woman brawl erupted at full time when the Young Matildas had lost somewhat controversially 2-1 to their Chinese counterparts. The trouble was sparked following the final whistle, as an Australian player was pushed to the ground after a verbal exchange with an opposition player. Having seen their teammate take a tumble, Aussie captain Tameka Butt charged across the pitch to grab the perceived offender, and then all hell broke loose. via, via.
Haha, “Butt.” Anyway, the media is grilling the Matildas (I guess that’s what they call the ladies’ teams down under) for being poor guests to the Chinese. Whatever. That country deserved a good bitch-slapping, and it certainly wasn’t going to come from us. We’re on the precipice of another Cold War, kids. A very sexy, Australian Cold War.
I still can’t believe that’s girl’s last name was “Butt.” What are the odds? Thanks, Mike.
Sexy reader Robert sent us this earlier today: it’s a NRL (Australia) rugby ref getting trampled by one player on Rabbitohs, and then getting knocked unconscious by the knee of the Broncos’ Tonie Carroll. And this is what the UFL needs to do: get rid of linemen and just have 11 guys on each team run around for 60 minutes. And put the refs in pink and award points for knockdowns and knockouts. Ed Hochuli already loves this idea; he’s doing push-ups on the desk at his law firm just thinking about it.
And look how friggin’ clear that video is. Fast forward to the 1:05 mark to see his eyes rolling back into his head. Remarkable.
Brad Fittler, head coach of Australia’s Sydney Roosters rugby team, fined himself for drunken behavior on a team road trip last weekend. From the Herald Sun, via Sports Rubbish:
Police were called to Townsville’s Holiday Inn early on Friday morning after two female guests reported a “creepy man” with a “hairy chest” - wearing only shorts - was trying to get into their room.
Police arrived at 3.15am to find a “very drunk” Fittler still outside the room. Fittler got out of the elevator at the wrong floor and shook the room’s door, mistaking it for his.
No charges will be filed, but the timing blows because Fittler’s team is at the bottom of the table and appears to be a dead coach walking. At least last weekend, he was a dead coach drinking. Which is usually a precursor to dead coach running off to Argentina with his mistress. Yeah, nobody was gonna figure that one out…
When a bar patron is attacked with a meat cleaver, it might be time to address the level of violence in those locales. The liquor licensees of Melbourne, Australia, to their credit, have done so, but the fruits of their lout-corralling labor (labour, if you will) seem a bit farfetched. From Melbourne’s Herald-Sun:
After an extensive forum between Melbourne City Council and about 100 venue owners, Lord Mayor Robert Doyle said nightclubs and pubs would trial new initiatives to reduce violence on our streets.
Mr Doyle said anyone showing signs of trouble inside a venue would be shown a yellow card, warning them that if they didn’t settle down they would be removed from the building.
Mr Doyle said the trial of yellow cards would provide clear warnings to trouble-makers.
I’ve never seen anyone take a dive in a bar fight; I’d imagine we’re overdue for that. The tradeoff, however, is that while you’ve created a clear signal for inappropriate behaviour (it’s Australia, after all), you’ve also created an incentive. Troublemakers looking for validation will now have a clear target for their outlandishness. Plus, cards are dumb. But then, so are Australians. Not as dumb as the Vietnamese, but they’re in the neighborhood.
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