Panic

Finding the AFL meat market all a bit depressing/confusing/addictive? With club movers and shakers in a panic, holding our future happiness in their hands, I thought I’d find some inspiration from the equally depressing/confusing/addictive Smiths to get me through… to the draft. After all, as Moz says, meat is murder. Panic on the streets of…

Still a happy team at Hawthorn?

When your list surgery cuts deep you risk hitting an artery. Sam Mitchell and Luke Hodge have been the lifeblood of one of the all-time great teams of any era.  The imminent transitioning to life without the two champion leaders was always going to be a challenge for the Hawks’ brains trust. Whether moving Mitchell onto West…

No one should have expected the Hughes inquisition

Few Australians, let alone cricket fans, haven’t bared witness to the Phil Hughes tragedy. It’s plain to see what happened in public view on camera and played ad nauseam over the ensuing days. A freak accident, one that simply couldn’t have been avoided with the helmet technology at hand, the rules of cricket or accepted tactics to…

Bowie’s best & less known gems

By the 1990’s radio and MTV had long passed on playing David Bowie’s new stuff.  Despite being light years ahead of contemporaries, apparently Ziggy was a fading star. As the fan base dwindled and failed to replenish, only true Bowiephiles remained in on the secret. It took the great man’s shock passing in January to jog the world’s memory of…

The reluctant coach

Auskick and other kids’ clinics aside, I’ve never had the urge to spoil my enjoyment of sport by coaching or refereeing.   Those thankless tasks for extroverts and masochists… Spectating or playing is my go, however average I am at those capers too. Alas, three times this year I’ve had to stand in for my kids’ soccer coach.  Notwithstanding my limited grounding in futbol and that…

Collingwood v West Coast; More Darce, less farce

Peter Moore was a freak.  The Nic Nat of a bygone era, only a better footballer. As a ruckman he bounded round the ground like a gazelle playing two or three roles at once.  It’s little wonder the 198cm blond collected two Brownlows, back when ruckmen were still eligible. Darcy Moore is freakish. In flashes the young…

Election Day cray

As published by mX, 9 September 2013 “I’m a violent, paranoid schizophrenic”. The 15 hour-long day of an AEC polling official certainly has its moments.  This is how one lady of advancing years chose to introduce herself to a fellow ordinary vote issuing officer. I’d never seen a real life Monty Python sketch before, until…

Collingwood v Fremantle: Low

As a self confessed Bowiefile, one can’t help but align a certain soundtrack to this mid season Friday night clash between lowly combatants Collingwood and Fremantle. Drifting into my solitude the stark, desolate soundscapes of Warszawa, Art Decade, Weeping Wall and Subterraneans circled my mind and figuratively around a cavernous MCG ‘filled’ by 20,000 frigid faithful.  Not since 1940…

Collingwood v Geelong; It was fair dinkum unbelievable

He could have stuffed it up five different ways, the lanky Yank, receiving the ball in space forward of centre with the game on a knife’s edge.  Had Mason Cox grown up sharing a Sherrin in Langwarrin I reckon he would have overthunk the options.  The pressure and adrenaline of the moment would have won…

Collingwood v Essendon; A hiding to nothing

Pre-game nerve settlers at the Prince Patrick with my mate ‘Tarpey’ (as in the battling backman from our Vic Park days) are generally reserved for auspicious occasions such as Prelims and Grand Finals. It’s ANZAC Day 2016 but those heady days of Magpie relevance are fading into the mid distance. Even the pub is further than I recall from…

Has the AFL drawn the wrong conclusion?

Call me weird but I love draws. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t will them to happen on a regular basis. But on the odd occasion when the siren is met with conflicted emotions and that eerie silence, to me it’s a true reflection of life. You win, you lose, but most of the time…

Collingwood v Richmond: Ya gotta larf

It’s April Fool’s Day and I wake to learn Ronnie Corbett has sadly fallen off his stool. I am reminded of the famous comedian again this night when Collingwood opens proceedings like one of Corbett’s signature jokes; good intentions notwithstanding, it’s the incessant detours and sidetracks which leave viewers guffawing. The punchline remains distant as the second quarter heads…