Queenslander! NSW are useless!

Its tough being a NSW Origin supporter in Queensland, but not in the way that you might think.  Ardent NSW fans don't mind being in the minority.  We don't mind our team being outplayed on most occasions.  We don't even resent being reminded of QLD's dominance over the last 5 years.  What we find difficult is the complete lack of sensible discussion of origin football.  In my search I perused the Courier Mail, a newspaper that dedicates more page space to Botox than Australian politics, in the unlikely event some intelligent comment might be uncovered.  Alas, my instinct proved correct and I waded through countless fanboy cries and vague rhetoric.  Apparently insightful analysis in the Courier Mail requires only the abundant use of the words "class", "dominant" and "whitewash", and the complete ignorance of the achievements of the vanquished.  If I wanted to hear that rubbish I could just walk into the closest pub.
Is it so hard to discuss this objectively?  What was it that set one team above the other.  Who outplayed who and why?  Even during the game you only get the occasional enlightening comment from the TV commentators.  Seems the only place to hear real discussion is on ABC Grandstand radio.  If you haven't listened to these guys dissect the football you've done yourself a great injustice.  You'll never read the Courier Mail again! 
But before you all roll your eyes I'll say well done QLD, a well deserved win.  I don't feel NSW are as far off as they looked in Game 1, and if you wish to discuss this intelligently with me further I'm all ears!

Sunny side up

People are predictable.  When you get to know someone it becomes increasingly easy to forsee how they will react to a given situation.  Now I'm in no way referring to those ridiculous personality boxes people seem so fond of, but rather those quirks of a persons' nature that are an irrepressible force.  For example have you ever met a person who loves bold and exciting ideas, but rarely thinks through the practicalities?  I did once, and then I married her.
So while I expertly nodded my mock excitment over her new passion for incubating my parents chicken's eggs my uneasiness grew.  Visions of me constructing incubators, brooding and outdoor pens ran riot.  The unsavoury thought of 6 or 7 slowly rotting eggs sitting on our kitchen bench was impossible to dispel.  Even if these unlucky volunteers survived the trivial matter of gestation their greatest challenge awaited: our 4 kids and their liking for using small animals as stress balls.
With this in mind resisted the idea, offering all the sensible and rational reasons why this fell into the "Bad Idea" basket.  Of course this reasoning was ignored and with my stocks rapidly falling I relented.
At this point I must admit that the process was engrossing, and we have learnt alot.  From four fertile eggs one made it while the others sadly were dead in their shells.  This warrior has been name "Chirpy" by the kids, mainly because being alone the blighter never shuts up.
In signing off I must admit regret at my initial resistance to bringing the eggs home.  Have you ever met one of those people who never try anything because they think of all the practical things that can go wrong?  My wife has!