Fremantle come up against another one of those tin pot Emperors with brand new clothes this week. The mighty Carlton Blues, who's PR campaign that knows no bounds and no morals and could have spurned from the underground lair of Trevor Nisbett himself. Based on a couple of early wins against traditionally soft opposition, the continual pumping up of Chris Judd's tyres, a string of early draft picks that are yet to eventuate into anything of note and an insane half man half orangutan that has recently lost the use of his makeshift opposable thumbs. The only thing of substance at the club is the stuff they must be smoking if they actually think they've fought their way back to a level that earns them a right to be called a football club.