Perth v Brisbane Dec 14
Just when you thought another top game would be served up, along comes Brisbane.
Brisbane remind me of an old school mate, Jacques. Now Jacques had it all. Rich boy from St Georges, daddy was some medical specialist, mummy was a physio. Jacques was pleasant on the eye so all the private school girls used to hang around him and parties at Jacques house were always good, parties at the beach shack even better. But Jacques never reached his potential. Fast forward 30 something years and Jacques has spent all his daddy's money, he never actually went to Uni or did anything useful with his life and now he's fat, bald, and poor, with bad breath and no girlfriend.
Brisbane have got a lot of things going for them on paper, but they are the spoilt rich boy underachievers in the league. They are punching below their weight and if they didn't have Lamar Patterson they would be in serious do do.
Perth on the other hand are not the spoilt rich boy underachiever, they are the cruel spoilt rich boy mean boy. They are the rich boy who rolls up to your 30 year school re-union in a helicopter and then brags about their black BMW. They bring along some trophy wife and then brags some more about how they felt like some oysters one day, so they took the chopper for a spin to Coffin Bay to get a dozen oysters straight off the net. But, the difference is that Perth can legitimately brag about it because they have the flags in the rafters and if you can't win in Perth, you can't win an NBL flag.
Brisbane need to win this to stay in touch with the 4, but after a morning snorkelling with the whale sharks in Ningaloo roof, the Cats will still have enough in the tank for the Bullets.
Cats to scratch the Bullets by 15+