31/05/2013 ... It Was For a Small Per Diem

This Friday Rub clip features JB, Duke, Chief and Damo missing the one Friday night ingredient that never manages to miss a Rub -- one Garry Lyon. The hairiest member of the Rub team had promised himself to a prior function that he could not, or would not extricate himself from, which has left the boys without him for the night. Chief's first question is whether the function was paid. You know exactly where this is going. He thinks that Gaz has double-dipped, by attending the function and accepting his fee, as well as accepting his match day fee for calling the game, which is guaranteed whether he attends or not. But despite it all, they reckon they haven't missed a beat with him. When they get him on the line, flognuts Garry starts with the phone theater, pretending to tell Spud to get him a Peroni, not a Corona. Have a listen to him pretend to ask who's on the other end of the line. He very quickly shuts down their theory that he's only doing this function for a cashy, and then tries to use prostate cancer to explain why this is more important than football. Basically, he says he had to drive Sam Newman there and couldn't make it back in time to catch a flight to Brisbane. Chief finally gets his question answered when Garry says he only accepted "per diem," which means he was paid an allowance for the necessary expenses -- petrol, coffee and a bacon and egg sandwich. More flog behaviour as he says that he had to do the gig because when he and Sam are guests anywhere, the numbers swell, meaning more money for the cause. But Jim said that some callers on the Rush Hour were in Morwell for the function and said their work was pretty boring. Damo pipes up to get the Wolf's views on Chief snubbing Andrew Demetriou at the airport today and he's more than happy to tip in to it by suggesting the Hawks, led by the Chief, have an air of arrogance. He's also quick to bag Damo for being so quick to dag onto the AFL CEO as soon as he called for him. The surprise is that Garry has actually told Triple M to send his Friday night salary to the prostate cancer cause, but has the nerve to suggest he won't miss it because it's only a little loose (change) to him. The nerve of this man never ceases to amaze me. If anyone could suffer an overdose of arrogance, it's this man. Spud doesn't get off scott-free either, copping a strafing from Jim for not knowing how to spell in his texts, and then Garry for suggesting he's cracked open the red a bit early. Cue some more phone theater, because someone had to lift the boys, followed by a tweet suggesting Gaz be demoted to the Sunday afternoon call team. Gaz isn't worried, though, because he heard the "pedestrian" work coming from the boys without him, and realised he's pretty safe in his position on Fridays. But there's a weak promise that he and Spud will be ready to go for tomorrow's Rub, especially if Spud's wife Anita demands he come home before 5am.

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