Chook

People attempting to pour cold water on the promise of a Paul Roos defection to the Red and Blue may wish to think twice when citing Chris Judd and Tom Scully's decisions to leave us. Both of those players made their decisions based on no other reason than their desire for a little more cash - something that I suspect is also a major factor in Paul Roos' decision making process. Money talks - only this time we're on the right side of the coin.

Let's hope I was wrong on that one.

If you do, nobody will visit it. We'll all be on the champagne and bananas thread.

Excuse me while I pleasure myself...

2 minus negative 2 is still 4

Neeld had had a faultless career before he hit Melbourne.

Is the whole ASADA thing over, or are those penalties still pending?

There was a bloke who won the Tour de France or some massive bike race, and the way he trained was like this: He put his stationary bike in his laundry room, and stacked the place with dryers and heaters and turned them all on. He rode for hours and hours in blazing temperatures, and when it came time to race he smoked his competition. Yes it is a sample size of one, but he reckons it worked for him.

If you ask me, they should finish where they would normally - only with a big fat asterisk next to their name and no finals. That is the worst punishment of all.

So you're condemning the practice based on a sample size of one year? How scientific.

Chris Dawes and Mitch Clark deserve an altitude camp, but everyone else deserves an attitude camp led by R Lee Ermey (aka that psycho drill instructor from Full Metal Jacket). At this attitude camp they will be required to recite the following, every evening before going to sleep: This is my football. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. My football is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my football is useless. Without my football, I am useless. I must kick my football true. I must kick straighter than my enemy who is trying to beat me. I must beat him before he beats me. I will. Before Jim I swear this creed: My football and myself are defenders of my Club. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my team. So be it, until there is no Enemy, but Victory. Go Dees.

No it didn't. We're still as crap as we were when you left, and we STILL haven't gone to Mars.

Because of the excellent manner in which they lead and teach those under their command as players.

At this point, I'd be happy if we won more than 4 games in a season.

MFC: Doing it for Jimmy

Honestly, everyone who participated in the decisions that led to Melbourne's current embarrassing predicament should be blacklisted like Soviet-sympathisers in Cold War America. No contact, no association. Just cut them off from the football world forever. They're clearly not up to it, and any role they are given will simply lead to more suffering for those who employ them.

Melbourne Football Club: Nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

Really captured his likeness.

But they have deserved it. If you finish lower than a cheater and the cheater is disqualified, then you deserve everything you get.

This is football, not boxing.

I still maintain that Garlo was atrocious before about round 3 this year. I don't know what happened with him after that, but it was good.

To me, he looks like some sort of half-way anorexic Calvin Klein model. That's fine if that's what you're going for, but it's not the ideal footy build. For god's sake do some crunches Jack.

Why not just forget about state of origin and just have a draft? The coaches of the previous year's grand final take turns picking players until the quota is filled. Then a game is played between the absolute best players in the league. Simple.

Just make sure you don't spiral into depression and go throwing wads of money into other people's yards, young Jesse.