Fiddling around in the dark
It's 4am, you're pissed off your nut and you can't find the key that unlocks the front door.
Okay, you get a key in the lock and twist. It snaps off and makes a loud clinking sound as it hits the tiles. You wonder who put tiles outside your front door. Five minutes later, you realise it isn't your house.
What's any of this got to do with DT, you ask? Well, picking your team on a Wednesday morning without the benefit of team news for all but two of the AFL clubs is akin to the situation above. You're pretty much fucked, whatever you do.
Your only aide, or the early-morning takeaway pizza to continue the analogy, are the ins and outs of the Collingwood-Essendon clash. They're Bradley, Bolton in and Hille, Jetta out for Essendon, and Didak, Bryan in, Licuria, Richards out for the Pies.
Okay, you get a key in the lock and twist. It snaps off and makes a loud clinking sound as it hits the tiles. You wonder who put tiles outside your front door. Five minutes later, you realise it isn't your house.
What's any of this got to do with DT, you ask? Well, picking your team on a Wednesday morning without the benefit of team news for all but two of the AFL clubs is akin to the situation above. You're pretty much fucked, whatever you do.
Your only aide, or the early-morning takeaway pizza to continue the analogy, are the ins and outs of the Collingwood-Essendon clash. They're Bradley, Bolton in and Hille, Jetta out for Essendon, and Didak, Bryan in, Licuria, Richards out for the Pies.
Merv Gray
3 comments:
it's war then. thanks for the heads-up DT. I've "Jetta-soned" one player for the big clash already. Ha!
i love the anzac day clash. the ever-more-ridiculous analogies between handling a footy and fingering the exposed intestines of a dying battlefield mate. the smell of deep heat and cordite. the steady thrum of howitzers and magpie fans flogging themselves.
between the anzac day clash and dreamtime at the g, footy rarely gets more embarrassing. bring it on...
except for those rare times when your hawks-mad friends get all optimistic at their team's deceptively good start to a season...
Was that last barb aimed at me? Surely not. Anyway, you buggers should feel very sorry for me. Can't even get so much of a glimpse of today's game on Kiwi TV. So much for the ANZAC spirit.
Sorry because you're adopted team got booted from the cricket world cup. Not sorry cause you're killing the tournament's fantasy comp.
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