Oh where, oh where could our heroes be?

Oh where, oh where could they be?

Scanning the fields and domes of sporting prowess

And sharing all that they see.

From Broncos besieged and coaches at ends to justify their means,

To grand designs and hastily issued fines, and a very rugby league looking Wallabies.

Oh where, you ask, could they turn their eyes, to view the truth of the world?

Channel 7 perhaps, for a current affairs style take, or Fox, for a bucket of hurl.

A national side bemoaning a draw as though a 10 nil defeat,

and a promise of riches for all in the stands, but noone watching TV.

From Vegas to Leicnhardt, Lang Park to Bathurst, and the HQ of the ARU

If it stinks and looks like a pile of terd, our heroes will label it poo.

To Grapple, is to live.