Two regular-season meetings, two Kempsey wins by a combined 135 points. One grand final, and none of it mattered. JackinGoff 192.35, Kempsey Cum and fuck mes 124.15 — a 68.2-point premiership statement that flips the season's script on its final page. Back-to-back weeks of 190-plus football from Jacob's mob when the whole year said Kempsey; finals football, as promised, is a different sport.
And so the record will forever read: Kempsey — 12-2, 2,175 points, minor premiers, the 193, the 178, the 185 — runners-up. The greatest regular season in league history, converted into a silver medal and a grudge with a half-life of decades. The Gazette's condolences are sincere, and will be redeemed for content all summer.
JackinGoff: premiers of 2025. A 12-2 season, a 213 and a 192 in the finals, and a trophy that will be mentioned, by conservative estimate, eleven thousand times before the 2026 draft. Fair enough, frankly. See everyone at the pub — someone tell Tim to name the team before the presentation night programme goes to print.