PREPARE yourselves Queensland. As Jimi Hendrix once sang, "And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually".
The end of an era is nigh!
Farewell to the long years of dominance, and the stupid internet memes about Twitter not being invented last time New South Wales won.
Of course we'll never farewell the Maroons excuses. They've been finely tuned since the Blues won game one.
Oh, we've got injuries.....boo-hoo.
Because we south of the border have had absolutely zero injuries in the past eight years of Origin. Oh yep. None at all.
In the words of Gob Bluth of Arrested Development....Come On!
Wake up you Maroons, it's pathetic.
The way Shayne Hayne decided to become 18th man in the last five minutes was a disgrace.
Luckily this year we managed to repel the mandatory Queensland, referee-assisted comeback.
And Brent Tate.
All of a sudden it's fine to bring table talk off the field and try and have one of your opposite numbers rubbed out of a game, because you were scared.....please!
I reckon you get more scared every morning trying to pull a shirt on over that chin than you were during 'that tackle'.
Surely your fear wasn't brought on by the sudden realisation that the Melbourne trio was sporting injuries, Inglis was hurting and Cherry-Evans looked battered and bruised after the game?
Surely it wasn't.... gamesmanship?
From the same bloke who tried to remould Greg Bird's head with his fist two years ago as Bird lay tackled on the ground, unable to defend himself.
Well played Tate. After being close to what I thought was Queensland's best in game one, you showed what a true champion you are with your sob story post-game in a bid to rub Reynolds out.
That's it from me. I'm off to paint the town blue. Go NSW!