Monbon

Surely the issue here is Sparrow's momentum and Day's reaction. Players are told to tackle - it's part of the contact sport known as AFL football. Players who don't get spurned by their coaches and fellow players. Had Sparrow pinned his arms then you have a case. The fact is, he legally tackled him by the waist, Day's arms were free: the end result was as much to do with Day's reaction as Sparrow's tackle....

They made a lot of noise about the Port Adelaide/North game, same as the garbage games last week. The Melbourne Hawthorn game did not rate a mention,

Two weeks in a row now and they discuss and play highlights and lowlights of every game except the Melbourne games. Is this Damo's answer to getting the Jacob Van R case totally wrong?

Squeaking about St Albans, I was glad to see the Haimes Paint cheque going to my old footy club, Sunshine, just down the road from Albania. I played in the ruck against Laurie Sandilands in a semi final against West Footscray in 1966, kicked two goals, was named as one of the best in a losing team. During the second quarter our number one ruckman, a stocky Alan Morrow type, somehow lay Sandilands on the ground behind play - I'm not saying he 'struck him', right, I don't wanna get sued - and as usual I was the only Sunshine player in the area when Sandilands' team mates discovered his cadaver. They all rushed towards me and I was on the brink of blurting out, IT WASN'T ME!!!!

You sound like a flatulence denier. What's testy about discussing the realities of daily life: as Maupassant put it, Marriage is the exchange of bad temper during the day, and bad smells during the night.

So Sparrow was to know that Day had been concussed, therefore, don't tackle. This tackling issue has become a victim of legalese semantics. Tackling is still part of the game and unless arms are pinned, the spur of the moment outcomes are incontrollable. I am beginning to believe the AFL is a crock of fulldust.

'Christian will look like an absolute goose.' Not again!!!!!

Yes, trypical as in Trype...Like my Trypewriter...

In fact, these fundamental aspects of human existence go totally unencucumbered in our blissful domain.

A fart means nought to me. It is part of life, like drinking cammomile: my wife and I are world champions. We also vie for number one in the world champion snoring steaks. ( sic) .

Yes, indeed. And Butler strikes Hibberd, another fine. What total utter biased fullkrap. Christian is a biased autocrat - an Oligarch- who needs to be dethroned.

Farts mean nothing to me: I am a profound flatulater, and so is my wife.

Yes: this is trypical Romsey repartee: I went to school with Romsey boys, they were all uncouth, one was even a Templar!!!

6: Petracc 5: Oliver 4: Viney 3: Rivers 2: Neale Bullen 1: Brayshaw. Honorable mention to Petty.

What does that mean: is it to do with Egregious????

You are so Tankanterous tonight. Have you drunk three bad bottles in a row?

Quite agree. I write great short stories now. And you? What were you doing in 1971?

No drugs: just a temporary memory loss: I have had 93 jobs, after all, hated 89 of them. Then again, reading Camus and Dostoevsky after I'd cleaned the dunnies, being paid to sit out till 9PM..... Yep, Elizabeth street, Bourke St corner, I was there when it flooded in 1971 or so, had walked down through the rain from Alcoa's Head Office, corner Bourke and Williams, title Accounts Clerk, to watch the streets being 'swept away'. I was a great poet in them days....

It's his first contribution for the year...Keep him back, always great there.

Benjamin Button - a cultured demon. Good yo make your acquaintance.

I failed to mention Moodie worked at the St Albans branch of the State Bank - humble beginnings - then again, I can better that, I cleaned the dunnies at the State Bank Head Office, corner Swanston and Bourke, when my first wife left me - and my girlfriend lived in Albion, round the corner from where I lived. Her dad once asked my mum if she wanted to see ths lights of Keilor from the top of the southern hill overlooking the main drag. My mother took me along to ride shot gun...

St Albans is a horrid place. My first 'girlfriend', Wendy, and I broke up because she confessed she was in love with Don Moodie who played in a band called The Groop. She nearly killed me.

Glad you mentioned that: I noticed it as well and felt proud of both of them.

I agree: the real meaning of Cognitive Dissonance is a mind enclosed and moated by its superstitions, values, and beliefs, beliefs usually instilled from the onset of consciousness. In other words, if you are brought up to believe, just say, that there is a Holy Trinity, then, only intelligent people question this possibility. In other words, its an academic term for a very closed mind.

Yes, Academic Incest. Life is not a pendulum: it's a matter of consciousness and using your the senses and intuition and experience to help you navigate though life. It's like the term 'Cognitive Dissonance' which is an academic term which refers to people who will never change their minds, no matter what evidence is presented...