Russell Crowe could not say Sunday was a good day for him. Peter Holmes a Court, part-owner of the South Sydney Rabbitohs along with Crowe, resigned as chairman and coach Jason Taylor gave Crowe an earful.
The Rabbitohs are at the bottom of the National Rugby League table “with only one win in 10 games and the club has lost $4 million in its first year under its new owners”. Crowe was on the end of a verbal beatdown from Taylor after bringing in another coach as a consultant. Needless to say, Taylor didn’t take this too well.
THE Souths coach, Jason Taylor, was swearing and shaking his head. The Hollywood actor Russell Crowe listened, stony-faced and chain-smoking.
The friction at South Sydney was evident at 6.30am yesterday outside Bar Coluzzi on Victoria Street, Darlinghurst.
As predicted in yesterday’s Herald, the board also appointed the premiership-winning coach John Lang as a consultant – a blow to Taylor, who wasn’t taking the news well at Bar Coluzzi yesterday morning. One patron observed that Taylor and Crowe had “faces like death”; another suggested “faces like thunder”.
“They were super-grim. Not happy chappies. Rusty was chain-smoking. He was fairly calm, smoking darts, while Taylor was really agitated saying things like, ‘This bloke has let me down’ and ‘That bloke has let me down’. Taylor was also saying things like, ‘What’s the time-frame for this?”‘
Crowe didn’t take it to heart when Marcus Aurelius said, “Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back.” Where was that smile, sport?
Taylor could have completed the circle if he smashed Crowe on the head with a phone. Some curse would have been lifted had he followed through. He better cut back on those Hollywood commitments.
Since sports bloggers are coming out of the closet left and right, we might as well do the same. We’re not gonna lie. There’s a whole lotta melanin flowin’ over here. In spite of that, we do enjoy a good metal or punk show. However we no longer see any point in being anywhere near the mosh pit. Any attempt at moshing near us will most likely be met with a kick to the knee or a sharp Shawn Bradley elbow to the temple or Adam’s Apple. A hard shove is nothing but an invitation to continue moshing. We’re glad we’re not the only ones that feel this way.
Australian rugby league players Ben Pomeroy, Dustin Cooper, Jacob Selmes and Brett Kearney were questioned by the police after a man claimed that one of them punched him during a Korn concert in Sydney on Sunday.
“I spoke to all four of them just quickly,” [Cronulla Sharks chief executive Tony] Zappia said. “I just asked them if anything happened and they said no more than anything that normally happens in a mosh pit. They said they had nothing to hide. They don’t know what they’re supposed to have done.
You start moshing and there’s a chance you could end up face down whether you’re in the pit or not. It comes with the territory. There’s no crying in the mosh pit.
The players can’t be blamed for their actions. I probably would have lashed out in similar fashion if I found myself at a Korn concert. However they were solid in their South Park episode.
It could have been worse. Flying scissors kicks and windmill punches would have come out if it were a P.O.D. concert. No question weapons come out at a Papa Roach concert. I’d probably save myself the trouble and use them on myself. Then again that would be selfish as everyone else would continue to suffer.
Speaking of shit bands, here’s a random thought. You may not like many bands out there but few actually make you contemplate violence and destruction when you hear them. Two that do? Sugar Ray and Smashmouth. Two of the worst bands in recent history. They should be forced to apologize for what they inflicted on the world.
How this rugby player lives let alone walks we’ll never know.
It’s not clear what hurts more. The landing or having to listen to those douchebag anchors. They’d do well on your local news with those assclowns Flip and Barb or whatever the fuck their names are.
Poor Simon Cowley. He has a name similar to Simon Cowell and he was beat up by a swimmer. Maybe it’s something about being on an island but it doesn’t take much to set off the Aussies or English.
Australian swimmer Nick D’Arcy is looking at a possible 10 years in jail for decking fellow swimmer Crowley after being told to stop bragging. Isn’t the whole country a jail? If so, isn’t he already in jail? Maybe it’s an existential jail.
D’Arcy was out celebrating on Monday morning after finding out he was chosen for this summer’s Australian Olympic squad. Cowley and his training partner met D’Arcy after throwing down with The Thorpedo.
“Everyone was in great spirits but D’Arcy was creating problems before the incident took place,” a source said. “He was acting like a goose and mouthing off, and it was becoming a bit full-on.”
It is understood Thorpe left the bar about 12.30am but Cowley, Sullivan and D’Arcy decided to stay on.
“It would be fair to say Nick was going down hill and was mouthing off at a few people and just being a smart a*** basically,” a witness said.
It is claimed Cowley told D’Arcy to tone down his behaviour and gave him a gentle slap on his face. It was claimed D’Arcy struck back with his elbow, leaving Cowley bleeding on the floor.
D’Arcy put Cowley in the hospital with multiple facial fractures. Keep in mind D’Arcy did this with one hit and after 12 beers.
[Cowley's] father Peter said Cowley faced a long recovery. “He has a broken nose, the top part of his jaw is broken and pushed back, on one side his cheekbone is crushed, and on the other there’s a fracture up towards his eye socket,” Mr Cowley said. “He will have some plates put into his face in an operation later this week.”
D’Arcy’s in all kinds of trouble. Besides the legal problems, officials are saying that he will probably be excluded from the Olympic team this summer. His mom says he feels really bad about it and hasn’t been eating since yesterday. Cowell is preparing for “major surgery” on Thursday and faces the prospect of losing his teeth. Balance is restored. Yin and yang.
Meanwhile, a woman got her arse handed to her in a sack while watching a rugby match in Tasmania on Saturday. Who knows what’s gotten into people down under. We’re guessing sweet, sweet beer and koala steaks. Mmmm koala on a stick…
