Don't know about you lot, but when the second half started and it started raining Melbourne goals, I started getting spooked and my game day superstitions kicked in big time.

First of all I'd lost my spot on the couch where I'd watched the first half and then I got to thinking it was the wife's fault - she didn't watch the first half and now here she was in front of the TV and in MY lucky spot.

By the time she moved they'd kicked a bag, but the rot didn't stop.

I put on the lucky tracksuit pants, gave the felt Freo turtle doorstop a quick vac, checked the toothpaste containers were facing the right way and settled in for a quick turn-around.

Of course, it didn't come. So what I want to know is, which one of you mongrels let the side down yesterday???

I had my lucky freo socks on

Mrs Mercury started watching in the third quarter.

I've spoken to my lawyer.

Seriously though is there anything in the anchor being wrong from a feng shui point of view. Its been mentioned before but not discussed at length. A significant weighty object that holds a boat to the seabed as the club symbol. Any alternatives?

Geez Kev, do you want to make some animal sacrifices before the games as well?

whatever works

A Lead Balloon.

a $2 hooker.

All go down faster than Freo. But there's only milliseconds in it.

My 4 yo came out with all the phrases he has picked up at the footy.

I left him to do my work, as I went in the shed and stuck my head in a vice, and I heard ther little tagger shouting out:

C'mon Jeff!
Awww Freo!
Awww!

My young bloke played his first game for Subi before the Freo game and they were thoroughly flogged by the Cottesloe Magpies... at three quarter time I was sure his jumper (number 32) was responsible for this bad luck and made him take it off.

At the end of the game he told me I was worse than Gordon Ramsey.

The missus said she was more interested in watching Sydney v Bulldogs because she said the Dockers were going to flog Melbourne. I lept for the coffee table in an attempt to touch wood before the words finished flowing from he mouth but got there too late.

Normy, I didn't have my lucky socks on. Have only worn them for 2 games this year, the derby and the Geelong game. Sorry all, I promise to wear them for every game for the rest of the year.

Sorry, but it’s my fault. I’ve caused us to regress chronologically back to the horrors of 2001. Please let me explain…

One of the myriads of passwords I use (which are refreshed every calendar month, so don’t any of you ratbags get any ideas) expired on Friday, and at first I went for ‘dockers1’.

Mildly clever I initially thought, except that at least nine characters were actually required. So without thinkng and for some cosmic reason I can’t explain, I inserted a ‘0’ between the ‘s’ and the ‘1’.

To make matters worse, it’s now locked in until 2nd June.

I'll cop the wrap for the last couple of weeks. Had dinner guests over for the Geelong game, flicked it on for the last 5 mins of the 2nd quarter then watched the entire 4th...Bad timing, or so I thought.

Then yesterday, listened to the first half with a smug grin, driving back from mandurah with eagles-loving father in law. Then arrived home and watched the 2nd half.

Obviously good Freo Football is a luxury not intended for my eyes this season. I guess it will be radio only from now on. To avoid the temptation of watching, I figure I'll go on a strip-club binge which shall provide both one last visionary feast for my eyeballs, and also at the same time sufficient ground for the wife to remove said eyeballs.

Any better ideas?

Kev.. Perhaps we can sabotage the anchor and turn the flukes into hatchet heads. Instead of trying to anchor the opposition or trying to hold them, we can chop them up.

I had the gall to go fishing at Hamelin Bay for the weekend... well, what was left of the weekend after I flew in to town hungover on Friday, got ambushed with homebrew on Friday night and staggered blindly from coffee to groceries to freeway on Saturday morning.

The boys had a couple of salmon in the bag by the time I dragged my bleary eyes into the campground but once I arrived, the swell came up, the current started dragging anything lighter than a '37 Chev sideways faster than a man could walk and the lids wouldn't fit back on the chully buns properly so we had to keep drinking before the beer went warm. Then, come game day, we gave up and went to Eagle Bay where I decided carrying on and listening to the game was the go and left the lads behind... only to face the every more stupid traffic after Lake Clifton as the second half ground it's way into the heat scorched remnants of my nervous system.

The answer is clear and incontrovertible. I should never have stopped drinking.

Guy, good to see you flexing your Kiwi vocab and bringing the 'chully bun' into this thread.

Yes, you should have kept drinking and I should have started - this was the first game in some time where I haven't had something alcoholic in the bloodstream by half time.

I thought this rot had ended when a friend's partner spat the purple dummy three weeks ago and decided that was it for season 2008... when he did this last year it was the start of our winning streak.

Do we need to hold some kind of voodoo witchcraft gathering to fix this thing?

At half-time I heard Hase being interviewed just before the third quarter bouncedown. He was saying that Freo was only a couple of games out of the eight and with the closeness of the competition it was reasonable to expect good things ahead.

He was confident just as I was confident that the team was in a winning position it was just a matter of how much we could win by; afterall percentage needed to be boosted.

I didn't want to be superstitious but a thought crossed my mind at that time: confidence is good but the points aren't in the bag yet. It came backe to bite us. Those freaking footy gods.