The Reckoning

Brendan walked into his new changing rooms. He was getting used to the different circumstances but he did miss some of the old familiar sights, the carpet of brown paper bags around Chris’ locker, the Lousville Slugger in other Chris’ locker.

But he liked it up here. He’d already bonded with the other blokes, especially the big fella who he’d be sharing the forward line with. They shared a sense of humour, with a liking for witty T-shirts a favourite.

Brendan had picked up a new one just today and was waiting to show Jono.

“Hey, fuckface,” he shouted as he entered the locker, “Check this out!”

Jono turned around. He saw Brendon wearing a T-shirt that read “ORAL SEX”

Then Brendon turned around slowly to reveal the legend on the back of the shirt.

“A TASTE OF THINGS TO COME!”

Beneath the hilarious kicker was an equally hilarious cartoon of a woman with full red lips opened to reveal her tongue which had a target painted on it.

“Oh. My. Fucken. God!” exclaimed Jono, “That is dead set the fucken funniest thing ever!”

Other blokes gathered around and immediately cracked up when they saw it. It was agreed the cunt who’d thought that up was definitely a comedy genius. Richy reckon the same bloke must have done Jono’s “If Found, Please Return To The Pub!” shirt, which until then had been considered the funniest thing anyone in the squad has ever seen.

“Alright cunts”” boomed Vossy as he stormed into the changing rooms, wearing one of those T-shirts that is cut away at the side and marked with as if it indicate the wearer had suffered a shark bit, “Stop fuckarsing around and start training! I’m trading at least fucken ten of you at the season no matter what! I’m not fucken losing that bet with Leppa!”

The boys trooped out led by Fev.

“Brendon,” barked the coach.

The big fella felt a shot of panic. He knew he hadn’t done anything bad recently, but you never knew. Maybe some of the really bad stuff from before nobody had found out about had come to light.

“Nice T-shirt. Like it. Some of you blokes could learn from his attitude.”

And with that, the temperamental ranga grabbed his favourite pool cue and beat an Irish rookie swiftly over the back of the legs to hurry him out the door.