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However ... what did she do to deserve being literally stuck out in the desert with that f***ing boofhead?

Daisy's gone from unknown suburban footballer to figurehead for her sport and multi media star. I enjoy that.

I think you're jumping to conclusions, ET: his mum might not have a basement.

The thought seems to bring you some kind of pleasure. Strange, that kind of gloating is not what one would expect to hear from a MFC supporter. Something's not adding up. I wonder which part?

Can you explain again who "we" are as it seems somewhat variable. Could be Richmond, could be AFL House marketing department. There may even be some small chance it refers to the MFC.

Good grief. What is this thread even? Of course they are going to hop into lever. It's part of footy, it's part of Aussie sport. What Wallace said is mild and unremarkable. Some of you should never go near a cricket field. You'd positively faint, my dears. As for Grinter, he was a decent player with surprisingly good skills. Great? In your dreams. Hard nut, for sure. There were times when you were rapt Rod was on our side, as he "explained" a few things to the oppo. Other days when you wished he had held things in check. His hit on Wallace, I think was one of those split second things where if he'd hit the ball, play on and no damage done. Or clipped Wallace, free kick, over and done with. As it happened, I think there was no malice and he was remorseful afterwards. Compare with eg Matthews who was completely devoid of feeling, or Ronnie Andrews who was too far the other way. Grinter, a good guy, playing for the good guys, with hard but wayward fists.

What a buzz kill. I was dreaming of 36 goals from one possession.

The very choice of the name "Giants" gave away that this was an imitation club designed by committee with no fans or grass roots involvement allowed in its creation. But the AFL will keep pumping money into it until it wins a flag, or the AFL goes bankrupt and sells its assets to the A-League and the NRL, or a giant comet strikes the Earth.

On a similar note, did you know Gary Junior has a middle name and it's Ablett? You probably do because they're always saying his full name.

Gracious me. You're not "victim blaming" are you? You know we don't do that at D'land

That's AFL house you're thinking of

Don't give us language that's been cut and pasted out of the Introductory Marketing 101 course at TAFE. Tell us some of the exciting "development opportunities" that might happen. As examples.

The expression "rammed down your goddamn throat" leaps to mind.

Any chance they'll sell an entire team to Disney? The Gold Coast Mighty Ducks, who each week dress as the latest blockbusting hero who happens to appear in an upcoming movie. And the oppo must dress as his or her nemesis super villain, to be VANQUISHED! (Replays and overtime permitted in the event of a non-vanquishing.)

Such poetry. Of course these opportunities will in no way involve some trade off with the heart and soul of the game. Like the grass surface being painted like a giant ad for the latest cartoon movie. Like cheer squad banners being banned and replaced by professional quality advertising hoardings ... a two-sided promotion for Disneyland with unfortunately no room left over for the traditional daggy rhyming message. Like umpires being dressed up as Batman and Superman or whoever is the latest seeker of truth and justice. Yes, I can see a massive amount of possible highly profitable opportunities being deliverable.

Milkshake? I bet those b*stards stole that milk from an innocent cow. A Bovine-American cow at that! That's forced to live outdoors and allowed only grass to eat. And the Oreos? No doubt from an impoverished Amazonian Oreo farmer who can't even afford a ticket to see Iron Man part XXVI

Back in the day my old man was looking after some business people from the US head office of his firm. It was suggested he take them to see this wonderful game ... it's football, but "Australian" rules! The Oz office lined it all up. And of course it was at the icy wasteland known as VFL park. A nondescript game between Footscray and South Melbourne. Or some other uninteresting combination, I can't remember. He got back home late that night and told us what went down. They all ended up as guests of Allen Aylett. In a corporate box of course, you ask? No, the poor buggers were outside exposed to the elements on the wooden seats. Not being forewarned about the supernatural weather at VFL park, they were not dressed for it either. They spent 3 or 4 hours shivering their [censored] off, bewildered and huddling together for warmth, waiting for the earliest possible opportunity to get away with Aylett in their ear the whole time on the finer points of a game they couldn't care less about and probably ended up hating. They would have had a better and more cultural experience standing on empty beer cans and wading through rivers of urine at Victoria Park or the Western Oval.

Well, John Todd would be best placed to recognise ordinariness. We might have been ordinary in the sense of not star studded, but those Northey teams knew how to put up a hell of a fight. It took a lot to beat them. I went to a corporate lunch where Malthouse was speaker. He was asked about the WCE days. He had taken over from Todd and was brought in because the WCE had suffered some fearful kickings, Neeld era stuff. He asked the players about one such. One by one he interviewed them, said, who was your opponent. Hardly any player knew the name or number. Do you think you beat him on the day? Nearly all said yeah, I got the best of him. A few similar questions with similar answers. They had no idea. John Todd, coach extraordinaire.

That game was a Northey special. 11 goals to 10, a typical Northey era slog. Was behind the goals where Lyon kicked that goal. The stands at Arctic Park were so shallow, if you weren't on the boundary fence it felt like being a mile away from the action. (In reality it was probably only half a mile.) Wrensted was so far away no one at our end properly knew what happened until the siren went and the score went up. Go Demons WTF!!! "The umpires have put away the whistle!" Standard practice at the end of a close one in those days. These days the umps do it for the whole match. It was sunny in all the rest of Melbourne. That's why it was called Arctic Park, bad weather was sucked to it like a magnet.

This is where we want to be as a club. No gifted games, even players who would walk into the 22 in half the other teams have to work their guts out to get a game. Go Demons!

Facebook Causes Depression New Study Says "Yet another study emerged that proves Facebook causes depression, and the more someone uses it, the more depressed he or she becomes” It's real. Study by the University of Michigan. Another one by American Academy of Pediatrics found the same thing.

Careful, it could be Fev and Shane Crawford wearing wigs and lippy. I'm not so much worried about the kiddies viewing NSFW material, it's more the damage done by exposure to f***wits like them.

The AFL competitive balance policy and equalisation fund has seen Dogs, Suns, Cats and Blues give up their round's pixels to go to our highlights reel.

This posted on the Carlton bigfooty game day thread, at half time ... before the full horror of the experience dawned ... "We're actually all over them. People will no doubt blame Jones for a lot of this but he's not the guy turning the ball over in areas that put him out of position. That's killing us. Melb are not impressive."

You will amazed to learn (ie, won't be amazed) that the rules do not say ANYTHING AT ALL about this situation. 16.3.2 Encroaching The Mark while Player is Kicking for Goal If the Player standing The Mark encroaches The Mark whilst a Player is in the act of Kicking for Goal, the following shall apply: (a) if a Goal is Kicked, the field Umpire shall signal ‘All Clear’ and a Goal shall be recorded; and (b) if a Goal is not Kicked, the Player may elect to take another Kick, in which case the Player shall also be awarded a Fifty-Metre Penalty. And what is "encroaching"? Not defined. Rules are silent. The umps are refereeing the game to a set of rules that exist only in someone's head.