Mazer Rackham

Sloppy ball handling, fumbling, luck of the bounce going the other way ... and we're still in front. Now for the final quarter fitness advantage.

This is an exciting game with plenty of goals and the result is uncertain. This is what footy is all about. Enjoy the experience. GO DEMONS!

Crows playing in front. This will be an arm wrestle which could go either way, or we will turn on the after burners and kick away. The umpires need to learn how far 15m is.

Crows supporters don't have forums. They are passive and dull minded and don't know any more than to listen to 5AA for all their (extremely limited) football needs.

So you're a normal football supporter then?

Adelaide fans don't or can't think about anything other than the Crows. They probably don't even know who they're playing this round.

MM: G'day Eddie EM: I'm about to go on TV and ... what did you just say? MM: .... huh? I said G'day EM: After that MM: .... I said "Eddie" EM: Aren't you forgetting something? MM: Oh! Right. Sorry. Good evening, Mr McGuire EM: You've put me in the sh*t again. By my count that's twice now. You're close to going on my enemies list, you know what that means. I won't say you're a mate of mine on TV! MM: Please Mr McGuire, not that. What did I do? EM: Lloyd. You got him all riled up and he's trying to make a fool of me on national TV. MM: Did I? I mean, I apologise for my crass mistake. What do you want me to do, Mr McGuire? EM: He's never loved me. I realise that now. Do? Run everything by me first, you fool. Why do I have to think of everything? Remember which one of us nearly won a gold Logie. MM: Can I still tell people you're a mate of mine? EM: No. You can tell people you speak to me. But I'll still say you're a mate of mine. Only on TV, mind. Now get out of my sight. MM: But ... we're not ... yes, Mr McGuire. Sorry, Mr Mc-- EM: (hangs up)

4,500BC

Christ, this guy gets around. Holding down our defence AND undermining the CFC board. Go big Steve. In a bad year, sometimes the only thing to look forward to is on or off field drama at Collingwood. This year we have it all! AHHHHHHHHHH (sips cognac) GO DEMONS!!!

Can I "like" the change of title?

To match your fabulous coinscarf?

Bs and Cs in English, Cs in maths, Ds in drama, As in P.E. & metalwork.

No value at all except you can fashion it into rings & other pretty things which the other people in your village are prepared to buy off you in exchange for chickens, cows, sheep's wool, buckets of milk, axes, ploughs, etc. In my village I tried this with bitcoin but only got offered a few old tulip bulbs in return.

Every gold rush started with people literally stumbling over nuggets of gold lying on the ground. The subsequent inrush of opportunists soon cleared them out, leaving everyone else to pan, mine, crush, and generally hope for the best. The early ones got rich quick and convinced themselves they were expert prospectors. In fact they were just in the right place at the right time.

He can't. It seems it's a big part of his identity. It's for sure he will try to keep pulling strings, but even his mate Browne won't be quite the marionette Eddie might think. As said above, the strings will only get longer and slacker.

May has certainly made the players around him stand up and take note. It's now impossible to imagine us on top of the ladder with Oscar and Frost (thank you for your service) as our backline generals. By the time Max has gone, May (if he's still playing) will be overlooked for age. It will be between Petracca and Lever. Probably CP because defenders aren't glamorous.

For those who can't get through the paywall, here is a summary: Mighty May's might in May might see May might in September.

BT is bigger than the game. He IS the entertainment. You think 38,000 showed up to watch two gangs of young ruffians squabbling over a ball in the rain?

Dear old MFC! Let's all sing the club song in celebration: ♪ When you walk ... through a storm ... ♫

Competent and able football team handily disposes of fancied challenger. Nothing to see here, move along please.

We've won the peoples' hearts!

They know the umpires collectively don't have the will to enforce the rules of the game they're refereeing. They're daring them to enforce the rule. They'll continue to do it, and benefit from it.

The head is sacrosanct. Gil said that once, possibly talking about the craft beer getting pulled for him at the Portsea ponies.

Football umpires are all blind. Ha ha. In Kennedy's case, it might literally be true.

First two rounds I would agree. Since then it's deteriorated to be as bad as the last two years, which were an all time low for this long time watcher.