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De trouble is German is no longer taught- blame WW1....

Well, well, well. So far just about every underdog has won. Richmond was the exception, and they were challenged after the first quarter. I can see this season being a very interesting time for the so-called top sides.

I was never an avid watcher of US comedies, though I plead guilty to F Troop. ( When you watch them today you would surely cringe but let's not get political because the censors will swoop.) Slower the Preusster may have been, surely though he would have given as good as Gawn copped all day...

Gawn got slaughtered bruised and maimed. Weidemann proved yet again he is a hopeless ruck fill in. I say no more...

As Maxwell Smart would have said about not playing Preuss ( in light of Lycett's form against Gawn, plus Ryder) : Very interesting, but STUPID.

What is an acolyte? Some kind of half dosed beverage?

Bullshite!

Buy the Osicka from Nicks at $29.99 at the moment.... The first winery I ever visited, in 1975. I was a Rose and Port frinker, asked Mrs Osicka for a rose. She hissed they didn't make one. I asked for the port. She rolled her eyes and said, We don't make a port. Them were the days....

My poor heart is broken: Rance has hurt his knee. Means he won't be able to maim people with it for a while. Or maybe he thought it was Bollywood and he'd pose hurt for the cameras. Wouldn't put it past him. I hate him with great passion.

We really live in dangerous times because it is possible to not only post any kind of abuse on social media, it's also possible to post videos like the one about Jesse Hogan and insinuate it happened yesterday. It really is the age of fake news. On the other hand, if the video is 3 years old, it thoroughly vindicates Melbourne's decision to say ta ta. In the end, people are responsible for their behaviour and I don't mean that in a moralistic way, I mean it in the sense that if someone is a repeat offender - no matter what their circumstances - at some stage you have to decide for your own sanity that you can't carry them. I love the guy, I loved watching him play, I wish he hadn't gone through his traumas and I wish him all the best. The other question it raises is the simple fact that he was dragged from Perth to Melbourne when he was 17, away from family, into an environment at the brink of either recovering or sinking. The waters he encountered must have been turgid. At 17, on your own , to be asked to deal with the estrangement and uprooting into a culture where the stench of decay and failure still hovered must have been daunting. I'm glad it wasn't me.

Well said, Maccaroni.

Oedipus Schmoedipus, as long as he loves his momma...

I feel really sad for Hogan. I began to stop hoping Hogan wouldn't leave when Freemantle hesitated. It would seem his issues were well known. Most of all, I feel sad for the lad. I wish him all the best and hope things work out for him in the long term.

Like I've said before, I agree with you on just everything. Like you I don't want to glorify the Gladiator days where playing with a punctured lung or broken ribs was a symptom of that weird phenomenon called manlihood. In the days of the gladiators an elbow to the head of an oncoming opponent was deemed ok. I recall Hardemann doing just that to an oncoming Sam Kekovich in the early 70's. I recall feeling uneasy. I played Under 16 Football for Sunshine, then a VFA side. I played in the ruck against Laurie Sandilands in a final and kicked 2 goals that day. I recall the sheer brutality, the eye for an eye mentality. I recall Jack Storey haranguing me at half time during that final for not taking out their captain, Lindsay James, in a sandwich tackle which probably would have killed him - probably me included because he was air borne, our captain tailgating his [censored] - what they called a shirt front in those days. I grew up watching Soccer - my father was a very talented player - and the notion that maiming your opponent was a totally alien concept. The above is my answer to the good old days when knuckle men ruled and players with the skill of Blight, Wells, Greig, Flower, Wilson and Alves were almost despised. Good riddance to them dark days. I still maintain May was/is innocent. He simply stood his ground. In a high contact game like Aussie Rules, those situations are unavoidable. Gone are the days of Mathews, Brereton, Scott and Dipierdomenico. I rest my case.

I just wish it wasn't based on the whims of one man called Christian. Then there's the decision to ok Mumford's punch to the head. It's not that it's sanitised - let's face it, it needed to be - it's just the glaring inconsistencies which really make me feel inclined to walk away and just stop following it. The rules are called Rafferty's. They make them up as they go along.

It still begs the f.....g question: wtf was May supposed to do?????Look at it again in real time.

At least you was well fed. Think I'll have some herrings tonight... By the way, I listened to the Ian Thorogood interview today, I stopped listening after the introduction it was Tobin bros and I assumed the worst. he sounds well...

No, that was my fate...You're not even a kraut????

For once we entirely agree, Joyce...

100% German/Jewish ( though I was sent to a Catholic school )- maybe a small % of Polish, on my paternal grandmother's side. One of my ex wives called me a Lady Eater because I didn't particularly like Pumkins (sic) in those days but I like them a lot more now that I'm old and lame and infirm.

I normally agree with you but I can't see what alternative May had.

It happens in a split second. If accidental connection is made to the chin - as it may have been the case in this instance - you need to establish intent. I believe May braced himself and that's where the collision impacted. It's not as though he set out to maim him...

Bulldust. Watch it in real time: may stood his ground and turned at the last second to avoid being injured himself. Berry ran into him. Like I keep saying, watch the bloody thing in real time: may had a split second to decide what to do. To step out of the way was NOT an AFL FOOTBALLER'S OPTION.

Yes, I make sure I eat plenty. Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we diet. When I was a younger man and vaguely attractive to the opposite sex, one of my girlfriends gave me a fridge sticker: 'World's greatest Dieter.'

He died when he was fifty eight. I was shocked when I discovered this. I mentioned it to a friend who pointed out that until the advent of blood thinners and blood pressure medication, coupled with the fact most men smoked and that the basic Aussie diet was heart attack tucker, most men died before they reached 70, hence the retirement pension allocation of the number 65.