You don't have to say his name, but you might see it listed in the budget for the Claremont reserves squad.
He does a strong pre-season, and I've see him fairly regularly over the years running the streets in one of Perth's affluent western suburbs when I'm on my Friday morning paper delivery route.
Slightly disturbing was the first or second time I saw him, he was about 100m or so away as I was sat in the car, and as I looked up the road I thought, who is this girl with the wonky knees trying to run up the footpath. The incline wasn't terribly steep but she was struggling a bit, but gee, she looked kind of fit, and all that flailing is kind of cute (if you know what I mean). I thought, I won't drive off just yet, so I can get a bit of a look as she comes past. Oops, its Tom Swift.
I've since started wearing prescription glasses.