I haven’t lived in my home state of Queensland for more than 10 years. Before that, I felt like most of my life was in some ways a mission to escape its lack of eating options after 8pm, coffee available after 2pm, aversion to daylight savings and crippling humidity. I now reside in Melbourne, after living in Sydney, but for three nights of every year, no matter where I find myself, I’m a QUEENSLANDER to my core.
Of course, I’m talking about State of Origin, a match the Cockroaches merely play but which we Cane Toads live and breathe. In Brisbane’s business district, it would be odd not to wear a Maroons scarf in the office or have a supporters shirt subtly peeking out underneath a business shirt; that is of course unless you’ve chucked a state-sanctioned sickie because we won. Again.
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