Well everybody, here it is – the prize you will all be fighting for in the footy tipping competition.
Thanks for the photo Daniel
And no, you can’t refuse it if you win.
The urn, prior to becoming the most sort after prize in footy tipping, had a chequered history. It, and its much larger sibling, were a wedding present given to my sister. Understandably she shoved them both in to a cupboard for a couple of years until we tried to sell them for her on Ebay. Surprsingly they sold. To someone in America. Who clearly could not read or didn’t understand how far away Melbourne, Australia was. She baulked at paying almost AUD$70 to have the monstrosities sent to her.
So we shoved them in to one of our cupboards.
They stayed there until Grand Final day last year when Miss Marita, the winner of Tony’s Tipping for 2003, was complaining long and loud that she had no prize to show for her efforts.
Well now she does and the urn has found a home for a year.
We’ll ship it interstate or overseas but it has to come back for it is now the perpetual trophy and the winners name will be added each year to be presented at our Grand Final barbecue.
So, get your tips in. The world’s ugliest urn is up for grabs.
Oh yeah, the large urn. We were going to leave it at the last place but at the final inspection I decided I couldn’t leave it to an unkown fate and it’s now somewhere in our backyard.