Right. I'm not about to sit here and pretend that last night's loss against Geelong was anything other than heartbreaking and devastating. To have the reigning premiers on toast not once, but twice, and still lose the game is a very bitter pill to
Are we back here already? Honorable losses and feeling happy with a good effort and some good performances from the kids?
Sure looks like it. I was at any rate.
Before I start I'd like to provide another example of why we mourn the loss of
Ah, Adelaide. A city blessed with very pleasant weather this weekend - but still resolutely stuck 15 years in the past, despite the Glenelg tram and express bus to the footy both conveniently stopping right outside my hotel. At least the usually
Those of you with penchant for all things bloggy on this site may recall my first attempt at online thought-plonking LINK. It involved the addition to my family of a little white dog that someone had delightfully named, "Docker". I had returned
Closer than you probably think, dear.
Even after an insipid performance against a genuinely impressive Richmond, things aren't as bad as some people would have us believe. And certainly things are nowhere near as bad as they used to be.
We're
Doesn't footy just give you the irrates sometimes? I mean really, how hard was it to watch on Sunday? Hard to keep the faith. Hard to stomach the lack of effort from people you expect so much from. Hard to take the Tigers seriously even though
Having read many of the angry and disappointed posts on here, well, that wasn't.
That was the worst I remember Freo playing since Drum. We might have played a similar game under CC at one time, but I don't remember it (well, there was that 100
And no, I am not referring to my fervent wish that I could somehow wake up from this horrible dream and find it's Sunday morning again.
I had a feeling in my water the entire week that Richmond would come out swinging in their match against













