The official Sam Reid/Daniel Currie Memorial Eker Thread

[Bulldog Revolution]

Thirded.

There can be only one.

It's time - its time to remove Daniel Currie and load up Soup Campbell - its time for this thread to be named only after great bulldog ekers

[merantau]

I think it's time this got a re-run.

THE ROLLED GOLD EKER

A dozen seasons in the system
Thirty games all told
He's plied his trade from Bourke to Queensland
As an Eker, he's rolled gold.

His first year was at Richmond
He was taken in the draft
They needed a back-up ruckman
I guess the die was cast.

He played a season in the twos
And he finally got the call
The number one had broke his leg
He vowed he'd give his all.

A guaranteed six game stint
He was eager to do well
But it wasn't the start he expected
It was the start from hell!

The game was only five minutes in
The ball was on the wing
He sprinted to the contest
But his hammy it went - ping!

Carried off on a stretcher
He was a sorry sight
But three months spent in rehab
Would see his hammy right!

His second year was stillborn
He was stranded in the stalls
Cos he missed the entire pre-season
With extremely swollen balls!

Eventually they subsided
And he hit the training track
But luck was not his long suit
And he did his flamin' back!

Straight back on the injury list
It was enough to make you cry
But the eker deep within him said :
" If you lie down mate - you'll die!"

So he took to re-hab like a duck
He exercised and persisted
In six weeks he got his back right
Just in time to be de-listed!

His manager was not dismayed
In fact he was quite upbeat
" Back-up rucks are hard to find
You'll suit the Dockers a treat! "

So he headed west to try his luck
And at first it all went well
He played an early game or two
But then it turned to hell

A late night out in Freo
Saw him eat some dodgy offal
And a severe bout of food poisoning
Saw him drop back to the WAFL

He made it back into the ones
An Eker to the core
But a shocker against the Doggies
And our hero was shown the door

Three years, two clubs, eight games he'd played
It wasn't a great start
But did our hero feel dismayed?
No, for as an Eker he had HEART! ! !

He was offered up as trade bait
And the Roos were quickly tempted
So taken by his attitude
From due diligence he was - exempted

He played the first month in the twos
Then Goldy had a fall
He waited patiently by the phone
But it didn't ring at all!

He'd hit rock bottom at this point
An unwanted second string
He thought of early retirement
But then kind fate stepped in

A late injury to Firito
(An almost un-heard of thing)
Saw him picked as a defender
He was promoted, he was IN!

He played six solid, sterling games
His stars they were aligned
But then fate intervened again
And he was undermined

A late night out upon the turps
Was spotted by a snitch
Who promptly spilled the beans to Scott
B'Jesus life's a bitch!

Back down to the twos again
He made another start
A true blue rolled gold Eker
He'd show the bastards heart!

He played another dozen games
In seasons five to eight
But then Norf ran out of patience
And he was shown the gate

Eight years in the system
Nothing much to show
He'd run right out of options
So, thought he'd give the bush a go

A year up counrty did the trick
It re-ignited spark
The Saints fell for his manager's schtik
Once more he had a start!

A rock solid pre-season
Saw him straining at the bit
This year was all or nothing
By Christ he'd make a hit!

He'd rack up loads of tackles
He'd knock-up taking marks
He'd even mow the coach's lawn
To help him get a start

His hard work was rewarded
With a late call up in June
But the Saints had hit rock bottom
Odds on to win the spoon

He played twelve games on the trot
A purple patch for him
But then he copped a mighty whack
And all the lights went dim

Concussion saw his season end
Retired on doctor's orders
He spent the two succeeding years
Up bush with Northern Borders

One final crack at the big time called
And to the Suns he went
A rolled gold Eker's tilt at fame
Is never, ever, spent

He played a season for the Suns
He fought, he paid his dues
But his season ended where it began
He was back down in the twos!

A rolled gold Eker tried and true
Salt of the earth and staunch
He's awaiting his manager's call
He's ready for next season's launch!

So don't belittle an Eker
Stop, think and you'll agree
He's sustained by dreams of glory
A lot like you and - me.

[jeemak]

I saw the poster's name and knew this was coming. Awesome stuff.

[merantau]

When the Earth ceases it's perambulators around our Mother Star the reign of Big Dan Currie will still be undiminished. The unapproachable, without peer, Emperor of Ekers your place in history is safe and assured.

ODE TO DANIEL CURRIE

Will the game ever produce another Daniel Currie?
Not on your life mate, not in a hurry
Eleven years in the system, ten games all told
The Emperor of Ekers, an eker rolled gold.

A Northern Knights product of imposing size
2006 saw his star on the rise
Snapped up by the Swans with pick 49
A promising future was sure looking fine.

But what started out well soon turned to muck
Our two metre hero ran out of luck
The injury curse raised its ugly head
And, more often than not he was prostrate in bed.

A shoulder, a hamstring, an elbow and more
One Monday at training he walked into a door!
Tonsillitis, encephalitis, toothache, a break
And a bout of the flu that he just couldn't shake.

In addition to this he faced stiff competition
Mike Pike and The Mummy occupied his position
So four years at the Swans yeilded sweet bugger all
So our out of luck hero prepared for the fall.

In 2012 he was rejected by all
Seems no one wanted a lumbering tall
But was he dejected, was he dismayed?
No! Our hero transferred to - North Adelaide!

A spell in the SANFL was just the
right move
Big Daniel Currie rediscovered his groove
Some stellar performances, huge stats and some goals
Recruiters came sniffing
Dan's on a roll

2013, at pick 56,
Saw Dan heading home
To peddle his tricks

Snapped up by the Roos
His heart full of hope
This time he'd make it
Or ... he'd go broke

He gave it his best shot
And made his debut
He'd spent seven long years
Marooned in the queue

But four games in three years
Was a meager return
For a big guy with heart
And desire to burn

Rejected, unwanted? No you are wrong!
For the Suns came a calling
He'd have to learn
A new song!

Two years on the Gold Coast
Saw improvement of sorts
Six games and three goals
And some injuries ... of course!

So now the curtain's come down
On Dan Currie's 4 club career
Eleven years, ten games and six goals in all
Not a bad strike rate for a lumbering tall.

He's left the arena without much a do
Unheralded, he's bowed out, an eker true blue
His career has ended without fanfare or fuss
And the Suns have thrown him under a bus

But comrades stand fast, take heart and keep trust
Daniel Currie: - forever remembered by ekerists like us

He fought the good fight
His effort never diminished
Now, King of the Ekers
Your time - it is finished.

Vale Daniel Currie
Will we ever see the like of him again?
Last edited by merantau; 18-11-2017 at 08:37 AM.