I can remember Ben Hornby's first NRL game for the Dragons - because I walked out before full-time.
Not because of anything Hornby did - rather the Dragons team as a whole.
It was Round 23, 2000, at Penrith Stadium and the Panthers towelled us up 42-12.
I'd left before the full-time siren - partially due to the shoddy play of the Dragons but also because it's bloody cold in the grandstand at Penrith in early July (that's the first and only time I've left before full-time. Now I stay right to the end no matter how badly we're flogged - because supporting isn't just about the good times).
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Nominate the Dragons' player of the seasonNine seasons later that fullback-centre named Hornby is now playing in the No 7 jersey and had the (c) next to his name in the Big League program. And, when he runs onto the grass at Kogarah on Sunday against the Eels, he'll become the first person to have played 200 games for St George Illawarra.
Hornby's a player that probably has never gotten the accolades he deserves. That's probably because he's reliable rather than flashy, quiet rather than vocal and seems quite happy not to draw attention to himself.
Also, he's played alongside stars like Nathan Blacklock, Mark Gasnier, Trent Barrett, Paul McGregor, Luke Bailey, Andrew Hart and John Carlaw (okay, so I'm kidding about the last two); players who would overshadow most team-mates.
So he's not the one to garner much in the way of media coverage or end of season awards (outside the club itself, that is).
And he didn't always find a safe haven among Dragons fans, some of whom would routinely argue over whether he should be in the top side.
However, Wayne Bennett had him sussed - that's why he named Hornby captain and even compared him to Darren Lockyer.
And finally those critical fans (of whom I admit to being one of from time to time) realised how stupid they were and shut the hell up.
In my defence, it was because he went about his job without fuss that I hadn't noticed how invaluable he was to the team. But I'd been watching him this year and jeez he's good (an accolade which I'm sorry to say, should have come a few years earlier).
He provides onfield leadership, directs play around the park, throws dead-on passes that put players into holes (hello, Ben Creagh), motivates his team-mates and seems happy to let everyone else take the glory.
But this Sunday, on his 200th game, the glory will be all his. And no doubt his team-mates will be working their butts off to give the man Wendell Sailor calls Mr Natural a win on his big day.