I took a leap of trust this week.

I bought a pair of tickets to the game over the net and had to transfer cash electronically to ensure they were mine... working away from town leads to situations like this sometimes. I was desperate to go and was prepared to take a risk, basically.

The young bloke who sold me the tickets sounded ok on the phone, we had a good chat and laughed a bit about various things including footy. We organised things around my flight back into town last night and he agreed to leave the tickets out in the meter box as he was heading out. I landed, picked up the car and headed across town with the vague fear of being ripped off in the back of my mind... I left the door wide open for that to happen but sometimes, I figure, you need to give trust and honour a run to keep them in shape, give them a bit of match fitness.

Got to the address, opened the meter box and there's my two derby tickets in an envelope with my name on it.

Joel, you're a top bloke mate. It was a pleasure doing business with you and well done for doing the right thing. It's a shame, really, that the right thing needs a backslap for being chosen but there's too many dodgy buggers around who don't make that choice. Doing the right thing should be applauded. I hope you enjoy the day, mate, and I'm sure they'll get up and do the righty for us, as well.



As for the game. We've had a good larf this week (me included) about the chicken fanciers up the road and the usual congaline of suckholes that publish pre derby.

Win, lose or draw, I hope we have a good game with no spite, sensible umpiring and a lack of injuries. The same could be said for the crowd... with the addition of no clowns throwing pies or soft drink bottles around.

It's a game. It's sport. Let's remember that as we head out on Whackaneagle Day 2008.

Good luck to everybody. I'll be in blk 111. With the pies.