It's finals time, Mark Harvey is going to be nervous, it's his first time. We've all had 22 rounds to watch and learn the intricacies of the playing list so he's going to be relying on the supporters in the crowd to give him advice, yell things out to him and generally help him through a stressful time by telling him how to do his job. So make sure  you arrive at the game prepared and when you see Mark Harvey walking by, yell out your best ideas at the top of your voice to help him along.

As expected, Matthew Pavlich has re-signed with Fremantle for another 4 years, making it one of the last few contracts he's likely to sign with Fremantle...as a player. The deal should see Pavlich through to Fremantle's fourth flag as captain and Coleman medal winning centre half forward, at which point he is expected to semi retire and play out his last eight years as a fifty goal a year forward pocket before coaching the club for a period in the mid to late 20's (then again in the 30's, after the league shuts down for the war) .

There has been some speculation that Pavlich would go to the Gold Coast, to Carlton, to Hawthorn, to Collingwood and also that he would make the transition to Rugby in the winter and NFL kicker in the summer, with a short stint on the professional tennis circuit in the off season overlap but the reality is that he's never allowed to leave Fremantle, with provisions being made for him to be buried in Bon Scott's grave (who will be relocated up the back somewhere). Any delays in Pav signing a contract have been put down to a computing error at NASA, who he has on a retainer to do his taxes.

Barring injury, Pavlich will equal the record for the most games played on Grand Final day.

How stupid are Hawthorn. A couple of weeks back, Mark Harvey went down to the old Woolstores, rounded up all the kids, put them in Fremantle jumpers and put them on a plane to Tasmania where the Dockers were scheduled to play the Hawks. So while Matty Pavlich and a dozen of his best mates sat back at the Seaview, smoking cigars  in their gem studded fur coats, betting on money knife fights and eating endangered marine creatures, Alastair Clarkson laid out his entire game plan to Mark Harvey while his side pumped up their egos by thrashing some skateboarders and deroes.

Deep down the Hawks must have known that the win didn’t really count for much but they arrived in Perth as if they were going to repeat their performance, sans a few points because Fremantle would be playing a ruckman. They were quickly set straight.

They ran onto the ground to the chilling echo of forty thousand Fremantle supporters chanting Freeeeee-oooooooo and suddenly realised they were a long way from home.

Fremantle are three games from immortality as they easily dispatched with the the side from Hawthorn that ever so courageously beat up the Fremantle junior side just two weeks ago. The Dockers had the yellow bastards covered from the opening bounce, hitting harder, running faster, kicking better and generally looking more handsome. There was barely a facet of the game they didn't smash the Hawks in. Hawthorn's Hollywood forward line could only manage 1 goal for the opening quarter against the no-no-nonsense and undermanned Freo defence, while the highly rated 2008 Premiership midfield were torn apart by David Mundy and a couple of kids. Fremantle now take the fight up to the 2009 Premiership side on Friday night where they will get their first look at the MCG for the season - and are expected to love it.