NUP, that'll do me. I've been watching State of Origin since I was a kid and writing about it for newspapers, magazines and online media for the last 10 years. But I'll give Origin II a miss, thanks.

I had a big day planned for Origin II next Wednesday. A build-up piece, live tweeting during the game, a spot of post-match analysis. All that and plenty of cheering for the mighty Blues.



Not now. Someone has to take a stand against this endless parade of idiots and it might as well be me. Don't know what my editor will say, and frankly, I don't care. Next Wednesday, I'm out. Anyone know a nice restaurant?



Let me make this clear. It's not any single incident that's broken me. It's not Blake Ferguson's alleged nightclub shenanigans, or Paul Gallen's punch, or the Nate Myles dirty tactics which provoked Gallen's punch, or Gallen's loathsome stitch-picking five years ago which rightly invited calls of hypocrisy.



It's not Mark Gasnier's vile phone message in Origin camp years ago, or any of the assaults, DUIs and assorted outbreaks of drunken idiocy which many of the 34 men on both teams have been guilty of at one time or another.



It's a combination of all of the above, that's what it is. It's the fact that we're invited to be alarmed for a day or so when someone does something stupid, then expected to move on and forget it.

What these footballers don't realise is how lucky they are. Do they remember what it's like out here in the real world in our blue collar and white collar jobs?



Do they realise how constrained we are in our behaviour, how the faintest outburst lands us down at HR? Do they understand what a freedom it is to be able to unleash the raw power of their bodies as part of their daily duties?



Yet still they have to punch people instead of tackling them. Still they drink themselves stupid in the name of bonding, to the point where the inevitable atrocities occur.



Footballers seem to style themselves in the manner of Jack Nicholson's character Colonel Nathan Jessup in the movie A Few Good Men, who famously said, "my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives".



Footballers are deluded about this. Their existence doesn't save lives. If anything, they cost lives because of all those young men out there who copy them.



There are some wonderful human beings on both the NSW and Qld teams. Robbie Farah and Cameron Smith are just two who come to mind. There's also a great footy match ahead, with plenty at stake.



But there's something more important at stake than one state of the Commonwealth attempting to break a rival state's seven-year sporting domination. There's a principle at stake.



NSW did well suspending James Tamou from Origin II, hot on the heels of the NRL fining him heavily. Then just when you think sports authorities understand that the public will only cop so much, the Blues publish a sombre tweet about the latest incident with the hashtag #UptheBlues.

They're upset about the grubby behaviour, but they still want us to cheer for them. Sorry, no can do. Like I say, I'm opting out. I want to send a signal, however insignificant, that people have a right to expect better from the highly-paid young sportsmen of Australia.



The website for which I work, news.com.au, will still offer a complete coverage. But I won't be part of it. If you feel like joining me on the sidelines, please use the #BoycottOrigin hashtag on Twitter.



Oh, and if you've got even the faintest idea how to explain the Origin I Gallen biffo to my kids, that's something I'd still really like to hear.

Follow Anthony Sharwood on Twitter: @antsharwood

Join the conversation on The Punch's Twitter account @ThePunchHQ or at our Facebook page

Have your say in the comments section below.