The Sharks took some time off from their strict training regiment to unwind with some good people, great wings, and copious amounts of beer. It was a Thursday night so there was a couple ‘ghosts’ of Sharks past in attendance. (i.e. ‘Gator Scrote’, ‘Cookie’, etc …) Thursday nights have typically been legendary as many Sharks alumni can attest, but tonight was different. There was a fair bit of rugby chat, but even more discussion about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. And by happiness we mean amazing wings washed down with big ass beers. As I approach the ever imposing work day (which is a few short hours away) I look back on nights like this evening and reflect on simpler times where thinking about rugby league consumed my psyche. Back then it was work and non-rugby commitments; a simple existence but not necessarily simpler times. I’m older, but the song remains the same: me, being left at a bar by the person who drove me there, and me struggling to make the decision between what I should do, and what I want to do. In the end I know it’s going to be a great year of footy all around, and that is a comforting thought.