HATR

The HATR proved quite successful for Sydney High crews and Sydney High supporters alike. The day started off at Sydney Boys Cleveland street exit where Dominic, Tough Guy and myself were met by an untidy Ben Friz. We were later joined by Matt Shiner, Nick Rosengratebloke and later Shores and Herdman. We slowly made our way up to Anzac parade where we found such cool mega pro dudes as Nadz, Luong and Jenna McKenna. At around 8:00 the group rocked up to the 610 lines and boarded bus 'C' with STEIN! in charge. The trip would've been a lot more enjoyable if Nadz was breakdancing, coz that's always funny. We soon became bored with Advanced Wars and turned to Stas's porno and FHM collection. Warren, Nick and Dom took it a step further by displaying the material on the bus window. Members of Sydney Girls looked less than impressed, maybe jealous......who knows?!? But one things for sure, the drunken year 12's driving past were entertained.
Upon passing bumpkin town/|Penrith McDonalds, we had the pleasure of enduring a barrage of porridge balls thrown at our bus by ignorant bumpkins. Following this incident, Nadeeka Jayarathna got highly emotional and threatened to take them on with the aid of his 'gangsta/sing wa bros'
It wasn't long before we were at the Nepean river. After passing roughly 47 Shore buses we found that our parking spot was a convenient 30km walk from our tent. As we were engaging in the strenuous hike, we (Shiner, Nick and myself) looked at the river in disbelief and wondered, 'how'd they fill it if it's man-made' so instant images of Cletus (the slack-jawed yokel) came to mind. We pictured yet another bumpkin in his overalls filling the grand canal with the garden hose.
We finally made it to our tent, where we dumped our bags and headed to the barrier to see the High 2nd Yr 10 eight. The race was going well for the young crew, however luck was not with them, as the last 1900 metres proved fatal. The race ended with a ninth place and the High crew just being pipped at the line..................by the martial boat.
Half the WallyBallers took a break from the intensity and headed over to the beach hut, commonly seen at Shark Park. With cans only being a handsom $2.50, many of us obliged and purchased one........or seven.
It was at this time that the group decided we'd 'have some fun' and dare Nadz to ask a random girl for head. The catch was, Nadeeka also had to acquire the number of the vict......volunteer. Her reaction was quite surprising to us all. Seeing Nadz's good looks and Sri Lankan charm fail him again really brought a tear to our collective eyes. Then we immediately took to Statislav, who's background in women is world re-nowned. But, unfortunately for us, Stas, being the Russian stud that he is, saw nobody that appealed to a man of his calibre.
Back to the Head AT the River, we moved back down to the barrier to witness one of our most hopeful crews, the 1st Yr 10 eight. Having been told, by crew frontman (we'll call him Brew For) that they were in with a garunteed 'at least' 5th place. We watched in shock as the crew 'strolled' over the line in a not-so pleasing place, 7th, in front of Grammar, and the infamous martial boat, who stole our dignity in the first race.
We saw a few 4's races yada yada yada and before we knew it, the 2nd eight race was upon us. With old boy bogan and Guy Goldsmith leading the chants. The bogan (we'll call him Jeeves) set a good example for the Sydney High supporters by skulling an entire VB through Kieran's dirty dirty funnel and leading such anthems as "Scots boys take it up the arse doo da doo da, Iggies take it twice as fast oh the doo da day" and "Joey's are wankas"
Bogan Jeeve's chanting must have made a difference because the boys came in at an impressive 7th. After some stern words from Danny Carter, the juniors really got involved and we at MuffinZone thought we at the Sydney High camp made the most noise, regardless of numbers. Then Bogan Jeeves came up with the idea of a hundred man scrum behind the Kings camp straight into the Nepean River, but was declined due to racial issues. The high pitched announcer (also appropriately called Jeeves) called the beginning of the 1st eight race. After a bombardment of seniors from behind us, we heeded the calls of Bogan Jeeves and made as much noise as possible. The race raged on until the first boats came into view. It was Kings and Riverview in front, with Kings a quarter length behind. It wasn't until the last 50 metres that Kings really dug deep and pulled out a shock victory over St Ignatius. After an unruly couple of minutes, the High crew came into focus. They could retain some pride and put a hurting on one of the three martial boats. Lead by the valiant Tim Edmeades, the crew waded to shore as most of the Sydney High supporters headed to where the buses were situated.
We hoppped on our original bus but unfortunately STEIN! ran away, leaving us to make conversation with our derrolict bus-driver. Jokes were in full force. One of our favourites being Nick's;
"Why did Tyson shove his dick in the ATM.......coz it said 'insert pin"
We returned through such 'cool' suburbs as Haberfield, Penrith and Strathfield, only to realise that we'd be late for the Sharks/Melbourne game. We bolted to the bus stop and caught a 6 something to Central. We (Nick, Dom, Kwok and myself) arrived at Shark Park with 3 minutes to spare and enjoyed seeing the Sharks destroy the Storm 30-24 with tries from David Peachey, Colin Best and Brett Kimmorley. Adios muchachos....