Meanwhile, at 3:00AM, outside Jack Higgin's house a battered Holden Astra pulls up. It's windows are tinted. Sitting inside, hunched over the steering wheel is Collingwood coach Nathan Buckley. He pulls his Holden Centre cap down over his eyes and reaches into a bucket of KFC, settling in for a wait.
7:00AM - Jack's front door opens and Tenisha walks out. The furtive figure in the car, KFC bucket on his lap, empty except for well sucked chicken bones, hunkers down in his seat drawing his cap even further down over his eyes. Tenisha turns left heading to the bus stop down the road, as she begins her weekly trip to see her parents in the outer suburbs.
7:02AM - Jack Higgins emerges, a bag over his shoulder. It looks like he might be heading down to Punt Road for training. Nathan sits upright, knocking the chicken bones in the bucket off his lap and onto the floor of his car, the bits joining a collection of cast-off cheapies from the Tigerland Superstore. He lowers the window.
Nathan: *whisper shouts* Pssst! Jack!
Jack: *Caught off guard looks around for the source of the sound*
Nathan: Jack! Over here!
Jack: *Finally sees him* *waves and walks over to the car* Hello Mr Buckley
Nathan: Hi Jack
Jack: ....
Nathan: Oh. Um. Yes. Soooooo. How's it going at the Tigers?
Jack: Pretty good. Looking forward to the season. My brain's working well and my feet are going a thousand steps a mile.
Nathan: Still telling jokes in your huddles?
Jack: Erm.... No. Why?
Nathan: Oh we're innovating at Collingwood. We're telling jokes in the change rooms, during general management meetings, we're writing them on the cubicle doors in the loos, sticking funny post-it notes on Eddie's car. You know. Boyish hi-jinks and so forth.
Jack: That's nice Mr Buckley. *Makes to turn away*
Nathan: Jack. Wait a sec. Honestly our jokes are really crap. I don't get the ones that Pendles tells. We need your help.
Jack: My help?
Nathan: Yep! How would you like to come over to the Magpies and be our official funny person.
Right at that moment a bucket of water is emptied through the car window and onto Nathan's face and lap.
Tenisha: *smile* off Nathan! This is the third time this week you've been around to our place. If I see you anywhere near Jack or our house again I'll call Tom Browne and give him the photos I took of you peering through our bedroom window on Monday when Jack was getting changed.
Nathan: But....
Tenisha: Fuckoff I said! Come on Jack. Let's go.
Jack: See you Mr Buckley. *turns and walks down the street arm in arm with Tenisha* Hey Tenisha?
Tenisha: Yes Jack?
Jack: He wants me to go over to Collingwood.
Tenisha: What? Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Jack: Hehehehehe! I know. Collingwood! *Chortles!*
Tenisha: Good one Jack! *clutches his arm tighter*
