Crow Boy: The adage goes bad things come in threes, and it seems big Bazza Hall couldn’t agree more.

Inspired by one Shane Keith Warne, Big Bad Barry had his own version of a ménage a trois going on.

Who would have thought there would have been any pent-up frustration left to inspire a couple of nice left hooks?

Nugget: I am deadset amazed that big, bad, bustling Barry would have had the strength to make a fist let alone plant a right onto Brent Staker’s noggin, the likes of which we have not seen since the early years of Ike and Tina’s tumultuous union.

And I think the plaudits for this story coming to light need to go to the good people at A Current Affair.

The fact that they took the time away from their hard-hitting expose on what is the crunchiest potato chip to cover Barry’s homemade Lady Train is a beacon to fine journalism everywhere.

CB: I’m sure it will rival Mike Willesee’s GST interview with John Hewson for hard-hitting journalism and integrity… much like this weekly piece.

Who really can blame these two lovely ladies for wanting to journey down the Hallway?

He may have laid the foundation on which sportsmen around this grand land can build upon.

N: Look Barry is a lot of things – footballer, fighter, collector of Audrey Hepburn films and most of all a deadset trail blazer.

While many may be saying the aforementioned Mr Warne was the first Aussie athlete to have a crack at this most famous of French exports since cowardice in battle, Barry has had the common sense to make sure he has a couple of spunks marking his forward 50.

CB: I think they spent more time around the posts.

But just imagine the possibilities of opening up the floodgates for some sporting love-ins.

Picture the combination of former Bronco Ian Lacey, Hockeyroo Mel Twitt and belly dancing champ Rima Hadchiti from Big Brother.

N: That house would have more stools than a gastro lab.

Departing Broncos mentor Wayne Bennett has been called many things in his two decade stint at Red Hill, one thing he has never been called is a talker.

You just know that he is bottling up a torrent of erotic energy, pair that up with Jana Rawlinson the woman of Aussie sport who never shuts up and you have got a powderkeg of saucy tensions not seen since Alec and Kim busted up.

Complete this unholy trinity with Benny Ikin and you’ve got all the ingredients, a bloke who won’t speak, a bird who never stops and someone who speaks but makes no sense at all.

Not as hot as SBS but just as many subtitles.

CB: I’d love to see Marion Jones become the meat in an Andrew Johns and Benny Cousins sandwich.

Take a bite of that and you’d be wearing a ridiculous hat and cowboy boots, running the 100 in under 10 seconds and then rubbing yourself up against anyone who was sweating and gyrating.

N: Sounds like a deleted scene from a special edition DVD of the Golden Girls I found in Germany.

The entire nation has been captivated by the two-way love affair involving Australia’s newest golden couple Michael Clarke and Lara Bingle, and while this twosome is hotter than a Darwin burrito, the addition of a third element would only serve the community.

Now Lara has already shown a preference for the AFL variety and I would hate to break up the blonde-on-blonde theme, so the only logical solution would be to install Hawthorn stalwart Dermott Brereton into the mix and watch the sandy-coloured fur fly.