Today signals potentially the last day off for the remainder of May, and although this doesn't fill me with a particularly warm and fuzzy feeling, it should be a fairly challenging and interesting time, so I'll try and take away something positive from the experience. I'm sure that during this month, I'll struggle to find anything to take solace and comfort in, and with that in mind, I think it's a good time to stock up now.
Something that hasn't really given me a great deal of joy over the last few years is Football, and I'm talking about proper football, of the Australian Rules variety. The reason for the lack of joy is because my team, Geelong, are a bunch of under-achieving prats and have a tendency to lose to teams they have no business to, like the Bell Post Hill Reserves, for instance. However this weekend, all this changed! The lads went out and absolutely destroyed Richmond, which anyone who is not a fan of Richmond will agree is a very satisfying experience! The final scoreline was 222 - 65, which is a beautiful thing; great for the sport, my sanity and humanity in general.
When I originally read the scoreline, I didn't even re-check it, because I knew that with Richmond, anything's possible, so I started reading a few reviews of the game; and I was heartened to read that this bunch of Tigers are perhaps the most hopeless bunch for the last ten or so years. Because I'm living in London, I really don't get to see much (any) live football over here, so to say that I'm up to date and familiar with all the league players would be somewhat misleading. Actually, I'm not sure that I would be over-emphasising in saying that my grasp of the game - and indeed the specific players - right now is similar to the US grasp of Iraq.
I checked out the stats - as is my want - and not only did I notice that Richmond were destroyed there too (no surprise) but I noticed half a team of nobodies that I'd never heard of before, I mean seriously, who the hell are these guys?
Is the guys name really 'Cleve Hughes' or is he just the son of a butcher, or a character that was cut from one of the recent 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' films???
Perhaps they'd be better off with the cast of 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' anyway. I mean, I doubt Geelong's hoards of under twenties forwards would be so effective if 'Leatherface' was playing in the backline. I'd suggest that perhaps the Richmond selectors and recruiters re-think their strategy, but given the sustained ineptitude of all and sundry at RFC, I'm glad that we have one never-changing constant to keep our spirits aloft!
All I can say is, Richmond, thank-you!
On another note, I've found it weird seeing footballers changing their names. First up, I've got no idea why Jarrod Rooke is now 'Max', aside from the bollocks reasons stated and apparently there's no more 'Peter Bell', it's 'Peter F. Bell' and there's a 'Matthew J. Lloyd' running around for Essendon. What is up with all of this? It's almost more inexplicable than the frequency in which people ring my mobile when I'm in the middle of a bowel movement, but that's a whole other corollary right there, and probably something for another post.
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Glad to see you're still Blogging - haven't dropped by since Dec 05!! And glad to see you're still in the UK!
corollary n. , pl. -ies . A proposition that follows with little or no proof required from one already proven
You'd better bloody well know of a place to watch the footy when I hit town, let me tell you. I sure as hell want to watch the AFL finals, especially if the Hawks are playing.
Good for people to know.
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