After watching the Footy show Thursday night I am only further convinced that the parasites like Hutchy are causing grief to the game and to the individuals who put it on, being the players, coaches and umpires, causing them to suffer to certain degrees above and beyond an acceptable level.
The Terry Wallace debacle wouldn't have escalated to what it did if the leech-like Hutchy wasn't in the faces of the Richmond players, arrogantly asking and re-asking the same question over and over poking the bear in trying to wrangle out some ounce of part of a word which he could grab and then use to further belt those involved.
Two weeks back on Footy Classified the weasel in which we're talking about said a reporter went too far when he asked Wallace if he had lost the passion for coaching. Hutchy said he wouldn't have asked it.
On the footy show two weeks back Hutchy, when questions by another reporter were raised about Fevola and another player allegedly being out drinking into the early hours of the morning, said there was nothing in it and he believed, taking aim at the other reporter who obviously beat him to the gutter to get the story, that some people were a becoming a little too precious.
A little too precious! C'mon Hutchy, you're dead set kidding. You got on the same plane and followed Ben Cousins to the US! When Sam Newman pulls the piss out of you, you spit the dummy with the force that could well cause a fatality in the front row of the audience.
For mine Hutchy is a complete and utter weasel whose ego is matched in size by the measurement and rating he gives himself on his importance to the game.
These guys are not needed. Hutchy, Caro, Patrick Smith and Mike Sheehan, no doubt amongst many more, do the game nothing but disservice. These glass-house dwelling fame seeking parasites need reeling in and if I got my way they'd be eradicated.
Caroline Wilson had the audacity to call Brendan Fevola a "sook" and suggested his injury up at the Gold Coast against Fremantle was nothing and subsequently it made Chris Tarrant look really really good. Obviously she had not performed her duty and watched Tarrant in previous weeks yet still believed she could pass judgement on him. Or maybe she had but as her kind tends to do; she went the critical angle rather than the praising one. Whether it's Fevola or any other player, what right does she have to say the injury was nothing when no one other than the player involved would know.
She and Mike Sheehan are on the Hall of Fame selection panel. Now that has to be the biggest joke of all time. That honour should be reserved for those past players who made it at the top level. Numerous fairest and best, Brownlow Medals, Premierships, Club Captains and 300 game players should be the criteria in which the selectors are chosen from. Not "My Top 50" this and that list perpetrators and reporters who take a set against individual players belting them with a pen on regular basis but then complain and have people sacked when the slightest bit of mud gets thrown back at them. They have no business having anything whatsoever at all to do with the selection of the hall of famers.
Listen to the likes of James Hird, Nathan Buckley, Nathan Thompson and Wayne Carey, when he was in the media. They don't attack people for the sake of it or force their opinions, which are personal experienced and educated opinions, down our throats. When they criticise it's warranted and they deliver it in an acceptable and measured manner. They don't go for the self promoting sensationalising angle because they have an actual awareness and a genuine understanding of what they're talking about. Best of all they actually promote the actual game and praise individuals when deserved.
Jason Akermanis and Shane Crawford are two of the best. Their football brains and ability to know about so many players from other clubs and their strengths and weaknesses only comes with a degree of intellect to comprehend their studies of opponents while playing. Those two can play the biggest fools one minute and then switch on the next to deliver a more valued and accurate assessment on fellow players and clubs than any of the two bit hollywood reporters.
So if we're going to constantly have "Hutchy the Weasel" types living out their self serving ways, throwing their unaccountable opinions around wrecking player's and coach's characters and lives then there has to be a plan in place where clubs and players have the right of reply, in whatever manner.
I've put a bit of thought into this and have come up with the following.
My suggestion would be every player is given five or whatever number of passes over a season. Each pass entitles the player to hand anyone of the male reporters a smack in the mouth without fear of repercussion.
Example - Joel Bowden was fed up with Hutchy hammering him with the same question about the Richmond debacle, in a way which was reminiscent of kids in a car going on holiday, "Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"
Joe Bowden, instead of having to put up with that excruciatingly frustrating crap and annoying oversized balding head of Hutchy the Weasel, could have reached into his pocket and pulled out a pass. He hands it to Hutchy and then POW......Knuckle Sandwich right in the kisser! Hutchy is lying on his back in the gutter where he belongs and Bowden goes on his merry way. Thinking about it maybe the player holds him by the shirt before popping him so he doesn't hit the deck hard. The one punch death rule could cause some complications and I'm not advocating a death level of violence but more of a knocking sense into them type of strike.
The only required tinkering I can see to the system would be that should it be Caroline Wilson or another female reporter who ticks you off then, obviously as decent folk we know you don't raise a hand to women, you give Hutchy another smack in the chops instead.
This system has got some legs and it will work.