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[out_there]

Have decided to join in the Footy tipping at work and am feeling all sportsman-like. For the royal sum of $20, I get to pick which team will win, and stand the chance to win $100 if I get more right than everyone else.

As you can tell by the way I'm describing this, I don't have any clue what I'm doing. I am lightyears away from Casey and Dana's Draft Day psych-outs, but everyone else is sending emails in support of their team.

Picture Niles Crane (from Frasier) joining in a football pool, and you'll get an idea of how I'm approaching this. Well, picture him choosing the winning teams through that classic technique of flipping a coin, and you'll have a perfect mental picture of my attitude to this.

Still, the inner probability-geek in me is loving this chance to see how pure chance compares to knowledge, hunches and team loyalty.

Comments

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Hee! See? I could get behind fannish colourings. Of course, I'd start mentally referring to them as the Sharks, but that can't be helped. (Metropolis Sharks, from Smallville, owned by the Luthors.)

I sort of support Essendon by extension, because my brothers a (small) fan and they're the only team I can recognise.

[sajee.livejournal.com]

Yep, it's alllllllll about the uniforms.

I also forgot another reason why I support them
f) The Dockers?? WTF? No, seriously. What is that?

I am turning more into a sports fan though. Mainly because going to the football is so freakin' cool. I never thought I'd be one of those people who'd enjoy going and watching men run around about a piece of dead pig but it is awesome. No. Really!. Stop looking at me that way! I'm serious. 8)

[out-there.livejournal.com]

*tries to stop looking at you like that*

Huh. Well, I can almost see the appeal of watching guys get sweaty together, but really... that's what slash is for. *g*