If you're part of the generation that knows Fisher as a Queensland DJ and not as some bloke chucking a line in down the harbour, congratulations on not waking up with joint pain this morning.
If, on the other hand, you spent a few minutes like I did Wednesday morning, losing it in a Google spiral trying to figure out whether Fisher was the person and Fizz was the drink (or the other way around), chances are you might have been a bit baffled by the commotion at Redhead's Liles Oval.
