Previously known as LITD.

Needs to know his limitations

Max has been fantastic

Ah yes, I've forgotten how relaxing footy is.

Why wasn't that a free? And then saints throw.

Max...Kozzie..Roo and Chandler to ice this game.

Forgotten how much umpires make mistakes. 15 to 7 in favor of saints. No way that was a mark. Great effort but no control.

Kozzie could be the match winner

That's better Lever. More of that.

Salem and Lever not having playing their best.

Next goal by us will be interesting and could open it right up.

At last Petty is in the backline and our fwd lineup is working.

Talk to each other.

Sparrow is lucky to be playing every week.

Looks like Roo has finally arrived. Had a few doubts but never gave up him.

You have one of the best sense of humours on this site. Not for this one though. It's ok But every other time, you rarely dissappoint. Just thought I'd let you know that you are genuinely funny person.

Husband goes to his wife with a duck in his hand.This is the pig I been sleeping with, the husband says.Wife says, that’s not a pig, that’s a duck you fool.Husband goes, I wasn’t talking to you.

Funny how we applaud anniversaries. It's a sad indictment when one really thinks about it. But congrats nonetheless.

Tracc at his best is a massive loss. But let's face it he was all over the place after the Moore incident. His goal kicking is abysimial and he has slowed down considerably. Often takes a quarter and a half to get involved. I think he, Oliver and Gus were all really tight teammates and things just went south. Maybe the club did so wrong by him but it seemed as if he wasn't as motivated as much as before. He'll probably be lethal again at his new club. But our midfield imploded some time ago and the changes are all probably for the best

It's come to this. Gee the dogs after winning their flag didn't deteriorate as much as us I get ten wins is a positive improvement but a pass should really be playing finals. The funny thing about goals and expectancy is that they are usually self fullfilling. The club needs to be aiming for a top four pass mark so that if we scrape into 8th it's not too shabby. If we aim for ten wins , I guarantee we will walk away with 8. I know we've lost a lot of talent but hopefully we have also lost the disharmony and division. I want that comradery of 2021 back in spades. And this should also be a make or break year for about seven players in my book. No more mediocre performances or attitudes. Enough with the poor delivery forward and the shabby kicking at goal. It's been going on far too long. And no more expectations of being given a spot. Even stars should be immune to this. I want players who don't chase and pressure with all the have dropped in a heartbeat. There's been an expectancy by too many in the past of being selected despite their efforts. That might put a rocket up a few. That's the real litmus test for me .

Low iqs.

A woman patient in a hospital had been in a coma for a number of years. Each day a nurse gave her a bed bath. One day while washing her private parts she notices that the monitor shows an increase in heart rate. The nurse tells a Doctor, He considers the results and calls her husband. When he arrives the Doctor suggests that oral sex may help. The husband agrees and they pull the curtain around the bed for privacy. 30 minutes later the monitor shows her heart and breathing has stopped, then she flatlines and is obviously dead. The Dr rushes in and asks the husband what happened, he looks at the doctor and says “I don’t know, maybe she choked.”

My dad loved that one too. Except his was gas BBQs.

I’ll just leave this here… Bravo. Reminds me of the true story about Murdoch in his early days going out on a bender with the editors on a Friday night. Next day Rupert complained to his close friend who was the actual culprit that he was so drunk he had vomited spaghetti all over his trouser leg. Murdoch said he must have been wasted because he doesn't even like pasta. I wish I could vomit on the old fox.

I'm part Irish so..... An Irishman walks into a bar. He orders two shots, drinks them both, and then leaves. The next day, the Irishman returns, orders another two shots, drinks them both, and then leaves. He continues to do this for some time, when one day the bartender questions him, “How come you always order exactly two shots?” The Irishman replies, “well, you see my brother and I used to go out drinking every night, but he lives across the country now, so every night, I order two drinks. One for myself, and one for my brother.” Things remain the same for a while until one day the Irishman comes in and orders only one shot. The bartender becomes concerned and asks him “how come you’re only ordering one shot? Did something happen to your brother? Is he ok?” The Irishman replies, “of course not, my brother’s fine. I just quit drinking”

That's funny. I think I picked up something about a chicken farm towards the end but that's about it.