I was primed to watch the replay of the SA exhibition match last week but we had 3 days of torrential rain in the desert and the Fox coverage got washed away in the flood somewhere. I've been deprived of getting a little action, so to speak, for long enough. Sinews are straining, jaw is clenching, sweat is reporting for duty and I've got that long distance vacant stare thing happening again... if only it all had more to do with sport than the thought of getting out of bed in the morning, eh fellow warriors?
I had a sort of entree a month back... a mate and I lunched in Freo one stinking hot day. This bloke is Scottish by birth, but spent his childhood in New York and 20 years or so in Vancouver... so I was so preoccupied with interpreting his accent that I didn't recognise, at first, the suntanned bloke in the boardies and purple Crocs. Purple Crocs, it dawned on me... who would wear something like that? Then he turned and that unmistakable profile revealed Soreknee in the act of ordering lunch (hey, fair go... it was his hair, you cruel and shallow...) Once I'd realised he was there, I realised the whole team was in attendance too and bloody handy it turned out to be as the burning sun became obscured in some sort of rhinoplastic eclipse. Apart from the singular lack of female hangers on, I can report that the guys, naturally, look fit but there's a different look to that fitness up close... more long muscle strength than short muscle, if that paints some sort of pcture for you. All lean, nobody looked excessively bulky...although the biggest biceps on display belonged to Dessie Headland. Could be, he just wanted to hanng a portrait on a decent feature wall... and I mention that specifically because...
this weekend, we play the Fops and Fiddlers again in yet another derby. Now, like the NAB cup, I'm a tad underwhelmed at the prospect to be honest. I belong to the school of thought that posits the bizarre theory involving 14 other teams of equal importance... but the opportunity to lock horns with the Snake Oil salesmen from Subiaco shouldn't be sniffed at...
what am I saying, don't sniff anything with this bunch of con artists, spin merchants and general benders of moral codes everywhere in the known universe in the vicinity!
Lock up your children folks, barricade the medicine cabinet and immobilise anything with an engine in the shed, the Fun Lovin' Criminals are heading our way and they reckon they've cleaned up the act. Adopted a new culture. Learnt their lessons. Here comes spin like you've never seen it before... say goodbye forever to decent Freo folk loving principles like honesty and straight talk.
Footy's back.