Who needs multiple points when a golden point will do? Why rack up a squillion when two points can be earned by slotting just a few?
Turn it up Joey, Freddy, Fatty, Big Marn and the rest. For you can tell Red V supporters what they already know and lament a healthy differential later in the season, but a win's a win.
You don't have to be as bright as Corey Payne to know that the Dragons lack explosive flair and imaginative ways of reaching the try line but put 2 and 2 together and it's a win by 4, plus they're in the 8.
To all the naysayers, it's 'Chewy on ya boot'!
And so it was that during the Indigenous round this team of fiery red and white warriors took on a green machine from the election-ravaged capital.
Without a rampaging Radrada type or a genius that is GI, no blinding speed of Blacklock or tricky Ricky Walford, a motoring Mundine or Dell who's donned a suit, the Dragons muscled up in defence and drew on Respect for one another as they always do. Origin-bound Friz, Russell-packhorse Packer, Mitch Sampson Rein, Gypsy flick-pass Nightingale set about to craft the V for victory.
The raiders chewed up metres, their centre Leilua smashed and carried our warriors with him. But mistakes mattered and their defeat was decided.
There will be no aiding Sezer in the week to come. His drop goals were a passing shadow and a shaved Parmesan slice from winning the game in extra time. It couldn't have happened to a nicer Viking.
Hair was pulled and a snout was smashed. When all looked lost, out of the darkness and like a thief in the light strode 19-year old dragon Euan Aitken to clinch the match. Go you good young and intelligent thing.
Is there a better way to start the weekend than by celebrating a gutsy win by your team? Perhaps there is. Parramatta's pus-filled-salary-cap bubble bursting at the hands of the mixo-crazed Rabbitohs, comes a very close second .