It's a Parramatta / Manly grand final (NRL). Everyone expects Manly to win because they have paid off so many refs to turn a blind eye to their blatant piss-weakedness. But Parra smashes them by about a zillion points and the whole city parties because everyone hates Manly and all their supporters are a bunch of poetry-reciting morons who would be better suited to life in some kind of hippie commune / cafe / mental institution / anywhere the hell away from me.
I hate Manly.
I love Parra.
PARRA
HINDMARSH IS MY BOYFRIEND
AFTER GERARD BUTLER
AND DANIEL CRAIG