Monday, March 31, 2014: The Fred Astaire of football teams

With their large feet and inability to balance without the use of a tale, dancing is not a popular pastime among the kangaroo population. The kangaroo is scrappy rather than classy; powerful, graceless beasts that are very difficult to knock over. Perhaps more akin to Barry Hall or Wayne Carey than Boomer Harvey or Lindsay Thomas.

Friday, March 28, 2014: A serious, informed, credible source of footy news...

As any good football blog should, we had planned to write about football today. Not the ASADA, Buddy Franklin's Mercedes type of football, but the actual kickings and markings and other goings on within the confines of that thin white line.

This wasn't just a pipe dream. We had plans, plans that extended well beyond the couch at Smother House. We bought tickets and caught trains and were actually prepared for today's Smother to be a serious, informed, credible source of footy news... only to be sabotaged by a range of unrelated factors that conspired to leave us now crippled and broken, typing with one finger while the hangover just refuses to subside. We have but a few points on last nights game.

Thursday, March 27, 2014: Unadulterated guff...

Perhaps i'm in the minority. A relic of a simpler time, when kids played on street corners and the world just seemed nicer. A time when going to the football was an experience in just that, the strange orange and black scoreboard at VFL park being more than enough amusement for those whose eyes wandered from the play.