dieter

The best show that could possibly come out of the USA is called 'No Show'.

I recall a punch thrown by Cripps in the first Carlton game. The Sandilands bump to the head surely warranted suspension;;;;

I agree; all based on 'Loaded Scoring'. Hard to have respect...

From my observations and from listening to radio and TV commentators we, the public, more importantly, the players are all at sea about who is going to blow the whistle, who is not - for instance in one game the umpire closest to the contest called 'Play On', only to be pulled up by an umpire 50 metres away who pays a free - what the free kick is for, why some obvious ones are being missed and what is the friggin new rule of the week. In all the years I've followed AFL - since 1960 - I've never felt more cornfused. Biggest joke of all thus far is Mr Christian. Favourites are still being rapped over the knuckle for doing what lesser AFL mortals get a week for E.G. Rance and Sandilands, and I've lost count of the number of punches thrown which are totally ignored. What still irks is that Oliver was fined $1500 for a jumper poke etc etc. It would seem to me that 'Death by a well-informed Committee' - preferably not comprised of recently retired players who can't avoid being soft on ex team mates is a much better system than rule by an autocrat who has absolutely no history in dealing with a penal code. And to leave umpiring accountability to one man also beggars belief.

6; Gawn 5: Hogan 4: Petracca 3: Wagner 2:Salem 1: Lewis Apologies: Jones, Harmes.

Let me know if it's reasonable to drink now because I'm very tempted...

False dawns are the least of your problems, Bitter. I'd be checking out the nocturnals if I were you...

I met him at the Reserves practice match against Box Hill. He's a hell of a nice guy. I hope he makes it, I'll be in his corner barracking for him.

I think many people on this site have amnesia about what Pedersen actually did in the first two rounds. His passing, body work seemingly goes unnoticed by many here..

Cos we're ....demonland addicts? ....

In my case, a symptom of the lawn...

Though, to be fair, young man, the so-called Allies knew a thing or two about them as well. Just ask the survivors of the torpedoes that awaited the millions of civilians who fled the oncoming Russian advances in 1945...

My point entirely, Jumper.

The bottom line is that in 2010 the moral compass on Pokies was just gaining momentum. Woolworths etc were just beginning their immoral buying spree and the drastic effects on the impoverished were beginning to surface loud and screaming strong..

Hey, Man, I resemble that. Jack Storey - ex Port player, Sunshine Under 16 Coach, go figure - took me aside one training session and taught me how to kick. Man I was called King Torp, those kicks just kept floating ever onwards... Pity 'bout my drop kicks, let alone a Stabber...Apart from Ernie Steigler and Peter Ramholt, I was the only other dummkopf in the team.

It don't work, Mr Bin. What is it?

Yep, I can vouch, us Germans know a thing about footy. Just ask the Manns, the Schwartz, the Mueller, the Carl, the Neitz, the Obst, I could go on and on, as we all know by now...

Never mind the stab, DC, let's stick to the Torp. My last memorable Torp was against West Footscray in the 1966 Under 16 Semi Final played at Kingsville Oval. I wore the colours of the Sunshine Football Club. At a boundary throw in about 45 Metres from our goal I was rucking against Laurie Sandilands. I was awarded a free kick - good it was free, didn't get too many other that day though I kicked 2 goals and was named in the Best Players - I kicked a Torp towards goal and it kept sailing and sailing, right through the hi diddle diddle. I ran back to the centre as though I'd meant to kick it. I love the Torp...

Meat raffles, Egg and Bacon sandwiches at the MCG, not just Casey. Rob from the rich, not from the poor.

Better to have lost your fortune rather than your soul...

6: Oliver 5: garlett 4: Hogan 3: Jones 2: Petracca 1: gawn

You're there for the beer...

Just watched Highlights. First thing I noticed was the sweat: it must have been humid and debilitating. Sure, both sides were out there but I'd venture that if you've trained and lived in a humid, sweaty environment for a while your body adjusts more quickly and efficiently than a newcomer's. I experienced that in Brunswick Heads in late November last year, I found the humidity overwhelming: the locals just said, this is nothing. In the end, it was a win in difficult circumstances. I'll take a win any day...

The suspense is killing me: who was your uncle?

Nothing skinny at the other end of my triping finger. I always respect your posts about football and I've always appreciated your sense of humour. Regards