
I owe Brendan Fevola an apology.
For the past six years when I’ve been going into high schools and giving talks on resilience I’ve told a true story – what’s meant to be a funny story – where Fevola is part of the punch line.
While the story is totally designed to poke fun at me and my stupidity (I humiliated myself on radio by confusing NRL with AFL) along the way I make a joke about how much we all hated Fevola when the Brisbane Lions recruited him in late 2009. It always gets a laugh. ALWAYS.
And for years I felt justified making the joke. As far as I was concerned Fevola was a gambling, boozing d*ckhead who – let’s not forget – was alleged to have taken and circulated a naked photo of Lara Bingle when she was in the shower.
He was the type of man I had little time and zero respect for.
