Footy's back. Phew, at last there's something to do on the weekends. Was getting sick of mowing the farkin lawn and taking the kids out to softball practice. Sure, I don't have lawn or kids and even if I did, softball. What crap. Underarm throwing, big balls and ladies called Trevor. Merde.
Last night's first game of the season had interest for Pies supporters with Mal Michael's terrific excuse to why he bumped the injured Nick Weevolt, that he was only "testing" to see if his arm was alright. Fair enough.
Also last night was our ex Bhagdad correspondant, Mark McGough's first game for StKilda. There was no way he should have been dropped by us last year. In fact it was the worst de-listing since we got rid of Peter Daicos. McGough played alright for StKilda. His stats say he played mediocre but st st st st facts and figures are over-rated in modern footy. He seemed to be one of the only players in his team winning the ball out of the rough stuff and seeing that Leigh Matthews said after the game that the Saints' biggest strength on the night was getting hard balls, I reckons the Bhagdad correspondant did well.
Hard balls. I get them. If you don't get them, you're soft.
Anyways, only three sleeps til our first game against Footscray and I'm not too excited. New Dogs coach, Rodney Eade used to thump us on the whiteboard when he coached South. I reckon he can do that again. I'd tip us, but.
Go Pies.
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