Wayne Carey
If blokes are honest, most of us would admit to behaving differently when there are no women around. While the extent of the change varies from guy to guy, most of us do things and say things we wouldn’t dream of doing or saying in female company.
Usually it’s low-level yobbo stuff - drunken anecdotes, sexual innuendo, a sneaky wee on the lemon tree – but for a minority of screwed-up blokes it involves a complete personality transformation where they drift into a shocking moral orbit, their macho posturing cheered on by their equally boorish buddies.
In the context of sport, particularly in light of Brendan Fevola’s unravelling and the car crash quality of Wayne Carey’s memoir, it’s clear that for many of our sporting heroes, life has been one extended boy’s night.
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Before Ben Cousins, there was Wayne Carey. The full forward from Wagga became the King of North Melbourne and the greatest train wreck of them all.
His legendary love of a bender – and a life without boundaries - culminated in a famous sex act somewhere between the tooth brush holder and the soap dish with his best mate’s wife.
Carey was the perfect example of a sports star whose self-loathing only increased the more the public fell in love with him. I don’t know if he’s ever met Andrew Johns, but you’d imagine they would have plenty to talk about.
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David Schroeter says:
White? Who said he was white? I thought I heard somewhere that he had Koori bllod in him (probably to garner more sympathy). As if being of any different cultural group could excuse this boofhead’s actions. Read more »
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S.L says:
A guy misses his wifes birthday because he’s on the grog with the boys and he thinks at the time that’s the norm? I don’t think so! He blames his rough upbringing for having an affair with a team mates wife? How many excuses does this high profile ex sportsman… Read more »
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