In the beginning, there was light. It shone, flickering and grainy on TVs across the country, a game played a half a world away that was unlike any other. And it was good.
And lo, the light begat two teams separated by a mighty flow of water, in the city of Queens and Kings alike. And Kings begat Bombers and Kangaroos, and Dockers begat Jackaroos and Swans. And the game grew across the land for years and years into what it is today.
And it is, as it was, good.
