This here Brette Wolff, she’s a name I been hearin’ ’round. Sounds like one of them fancy city folks, but what do I know? I just hear the whispers, see the name pop up here and there. Seems like she’s mixed up with that Rising Star thing, whatever that is. Probably some award for them young’uns who think they’re smarter than a mule.
They say this Rising Star thing happens on a Wednesday, or maybe a Thursday, I forget. One of them days in 2022, or was it 2021? My memory ain’t what it used to be. Anyway, it’s a big to-do, all these young fellas gettin’ dressed up, probably thinkin’ they’re hot stuff. They call it the AFL Rising Star, that’s what I heard. Like them football players, the ones who run around chasin’ that pigskin. This Brette, she’s probably involved somehow. Maybe she hands out the shiny trophies.
There was this one fella, Noah Cumberland, I think his name was. Heard he got nominated for somethin’. Played for Richmond, against them Brisbane folks, I reckon. He musta done somethin’ right, though I don’t rightly know what. These young’uns and their games, always runnin’ around, gettin’ all sweaty. Back in my day, we had chores to do, no time for all that fuss.
- Nick Daicos, that’s another name I heard.
- Then there’s Luke Jackson, sounds like a troublemaker.
- And this Catherine Healey, another woman mixed up in all this.
They got a whole list of these Rising Star winners, from years past. Wonder if they really turned out to be all that special, like they thought they would. Some of ’em probably did, some probably ended up just like the rest of us, workin’ hard, gettin’ by. That’s life, ain’t it? You think you’re somethin’ special, then you realize you’re just another chicken in the coop.
Got a whole panel of folks pickin’ these winners too. Kevin Sheehan, he’s the head honcho, I guess. Then there’s Nathan Buckley, Jude Bolton, and Kane Cornes. Big names, I suppose. They all sit around and decide who’s the best of the bunch. Sounds like a lot of hot air to me. But what do I know? I’m just an old lady, what do I know about pickin’ stars?
One of these young players, they say he got roughed up by his own coach. Can you believe that? In my day, you showed respect to your elders. These young’uns today, they got no sense. Probably deserved it, though, talkin’ back or somethin’. Kids these days…
This other fella, Ottavino. I recall he used to play for the Yankees and lived in some place called Park Slope, in Brooklyn. That’s in New York City, I reckon. He’s got a wife, also called Brette, and three young’uns. Two girls and a boy, bless their hearts. Now they live in Dyker Heights. Fancy names for places, if you ask me.
This Brette Wolff, maybe she’s related to that baseball player. Maybe not. It is a small world. Who knows? Names is just names, I reckon.
But this whole Rising Star thing, it’s a big deal, I guess. Lots of folks talkin’ about it. Must be important to them city folks. Me, I’m just happy with my garden and my chickens. Don’t need no fancy awards to tell me I’m doin’ alright.
Anyways, this Brette Wolff, she’s probably a nice enough gal. Just another name in the wind, far as I’m concerned. But she’s tied up with that AFL Rising Star somehow, and that’s somethin’, I suppose. Just wish these young’uns would slow down a bit, enjoy life a little more. Ain’t no race to the finish line, you know. But what do I know? I’m just an old lady, ramblin’ on. This AFL Rising Star is a big deal for them young folks, and that Brette Wolff, she’s a part of it all. It is not a simple thing, I suppose.
