Slowly the site populates itself once again. It’s fun reading these stories all over again, good times. Shit, i’m becoming reflective - help me god!
I’ve decided not to watch the AFL grand final this year. I can’t remember the last Grand Final I didn’t watch live. Even last year a big group of us went out on a bender, I passed out and was dragged into a taxi, taking us home to watch Stephen Quartermaine, Tim Lane and that other tiny guy whose name I’ve forgotten. Somehow felt great 2 hours later enjoying a swans victory over a beer. I like Ron Barassi, so I like the swans.
But this year the prospect of getting up at 5am, going to a pub full of dickheads Australians and getting extremely pissed doesn’t appeal. I fear that I may be embracing British life. Tonight i’m watching Tottenham play in the UEFA cup against Levski Sofia. If I was in Australia I would laugh at anyone who was watching:
a) a soccer match
b) a UEFA cup match
c) Tottenham
But i’m a bit hooked I have to admit, its a phenomenal league now with all the talent Chelsea pull in. Mind you, seeing Geelong play Port Adelaide at the Oval in a few weeks is going to be pretty good. I’m taking a few English mates along to show them how we do it. I would like to see blood.
Please.
Nathan Ablett would be nice too.
I just know i’m going to end up drunk on the phone to the family naming 3 players for every guernsey number at Geelong. Number 1; Steve Hocking, Steve King…Dickhead!
Carn the Cats!

