James Tedesco and Tim Simona hold your heads high.
For, if it wasn't for you two, the Roosters would have surely notched up a cricket score against your side on Friday night.
If Dally M points were given for try-saving tackles, you, James, would have earned enough points on the weekend to secure this season's and next year's medal.
In a season that has provided more than its fair share of dark times, you have been a shining light.
May your commitment rub off on the rest of your team sooner rather than later, James.
Now to Tim.
I, myself, have never been a trendsetter (though I was one of the first males to rock a pink shirt in the early 2000s), but I hope the nickname that I've come up with for you sticks.
The name? "Hospital". Why?
At 24, it has only been in the last two or maybe three years that you have fully cemented your spot in the Wests Tigers' first grade side.
Despite your obvious talent, you had to bide time in the lower grades far too long.
To your credit, you persisted and were rewarded for your patience (hence the nickname "Hospital". Get it? Patience).
During preseason in 2013, I witnessed a training session at Concord Oval where you were bombing footballs into crowds of innocent bystanders and were, to quote your teammate Tim Moltzen, running amok.
In short, you were being a pest.
And not in a good way.
But on Friday night you showed more maturity that anyone else — barring James.
When everyone dropped their heads and the scoreline blew out, you could have been forgiven for following suit.
But you didn't.
Like James, may your commitment and dedication rub off on your teammates — some who looked as interested on Friday night as a husband going shopping for shoes with their wife.
FYI, no one looks at your feet so pick the bloody first pair of shoes you tried on!