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On the MFC site, saw the clip of 3 of the 4 new players receiving their jumpers. Mc Vee from Brownie, Brodie from Frank Davis, but I couldn't work out who presented Bailey Laurie's jumper? ( Would have loved to see Lachie get his jumper from the Dom...)

Sorry for posting the MOZ quote in January: since then Viney, May, Fritsch, and Salem have gone down, and I know it's all my fault, mean culpa, mea culpa mea maxima culpa.... I hope I don't get a rosary of Hail Mary's as Penance, forgot the words, and prefer Bloody Marys anyhow....

BARASSI B.DIXON H.MANN J.STYNES. R. FLOWER D.SCHWARTZ A.JAKOVICH C.OLIVER G.LYON J.FARMER A.DAVEY. G.HARDEMANN S.ALVES TOMORROW'S LIST, I.E.10 YEARS ON, WILL INCLUDE GAWN, PETRACCA, HOPEFULLY KOZZIE. WHAT'S THIS 5 NUMBER? I BIN WATCHING SINCE THE 1958 GRAND FINAL...

Agree entirely. Love your profile. World Peace? Impossible until a certain warmongering country is 'pacified'. Not likely to happen : its economy depends on war, that's why it gave the rest to China who they now wanna make war on. Never mind the Scomeo/Albo solution, Billions of dosh on subs which won't be ready for twenty years will fix that, spelt with an u instead of I., by which time they'll be absolutely obsolete anyway. Nothing surer than Grapeviney will ban me for months for this , any money?

Yep: post the Broken foot, we were out-Macdonalded. The late season fade-outs due to players not fully fit contributed to that dramatic fade out. Ironically, and I'm only making the comment after watching the replay of the Richmond game, McDonald might well be staring into an exit Edenhope-way, I.E, into the setting sun. BBB is not far behind him, much as I love them both. Then again, we have Van R, Schache, the new order is on its way...

He dropped a few marks, got beaten for every hit out he went for and while I hold him in the highest regard - his absence hurt us immensely last year - I think it's time to blood the Van Man. I wasn't all that impressed by Brown either. I love Chandler but he doesn't do enough at this level.

I've managed to watch the replay of the Richmond match and assuming fitness here are my ins and outs: In: Viney, Fritsch, Hibberd, JVR, Out: Chandler, Laurie, McVee, Brown. McDonald needs to lift, and should Melksham and Smith regain form and fitness they along with Chandler, should be the main door knockers, and Schache, of Course. Salem is the unknown quantity: an essential member when fit.

It was the first game of Aussie Rules I'd seen - my grandmother was one of the first television owners in North Sunshine, paid for it in installments from a lovely mustached Yekke Travelling Salesman called Herr Berger - and, as usual, I hoped the losing side would win. Next year, at Our Lady's Sunshine, a Greek boy asked me who I barracked for. I said, Melbourne. He replied, Wow, they are a great team. The game I'd watched was, of course, the 1958 Grand Final. It took a lot of guts and courage to NOT be a Footscray supporter where I was brought up. Then again, I was always my own man. Paid for it, many Lumpen Prol head punches, the lingua franca of life in Australian working class suburbs in the 50's and 60's. Didn't help being a so-called 'New Australian'....

I saw him play often from 1961 until 1964. He was Mister Football, though, in the outer West, where I was brought up, Footscray supporters thought that title belonged to Ted Whitten. I met him at Acland Cellars in early 2006, before the start of the season. He was buying a bottle to take to Claypots. I couldn't help myself and told him how much I admired him. He paid for his wine, got to the door, turned around and said, Go Dees...

where can I watch the replay of this pre-season game?

Luke is past tense. Goodbye, have a good life. Am so sick and fed up with this . It's like a divorced man having fancy for the wife who left him for another. Buona sera, si Signore, off you go, have a good life, I hope his mum's recipes are not what he cracked them up to me. Ich habe genug. E basta. Nuff is Nuff. Arriverderci, good riddance, Tom Scully says hi...

I recall a training mishap - some sort of collision - about 2 weeks ago. Fingers crossed...

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Delerium Tremens, where is thine sting?

Interfere with the blood thinners; NO ASPIRIN EITHER. It's now Xarelto, before that Rat Sack, alias Warfarin. I recall reading Norm Smith's biography in about 2010. I was shocked he was 57 when he died. I mentioned this to a Melbourne supporting cobber and he pointed out that's when most blokes died in dem days, hence the pension age of 65.Then again, maybe we live longer because of all of the preservatives in KFC and Mc Donalds.

Spot on. I agree entirely.

The only sure thing about tough Drug laws is a corrupt Police Force. Not my quote, but something I agree with. And, for the record, I don't do drugs though I'd be dead without my Blood Pressure tablets, Blood Thinners, Diuretics, Zyloprim and Panadol Osteo to treat my Double Kneemonia. Then there's the Zinc, Euthenasia, Vitanmin C and B, the Thiamine, the Glucosomine and Magnesium, and the half a Prexum at night. Oh, then there's the Diltiazem. Oh, and the Sardinian Vermentino, the Coriole Sangiovese, the Cirillo Grenache and any decent Pinot Noir or Barolo I can get my hands on. Hunter Shiraz and good Cab Sav are also life savers.

Dunno about trippin, but the zombie clause might net a few...

The lesson is stay away from Kinskys.

For the perplexed, I suggest you read Maimonides, for others, I suggest you may be in need to consult Latin, Italian and Mozart's Don Giovanni as primal sources. Today I met a couple on Normanville Beach who both had Demon Tats proudly hidden on their thighs and belly buttons. They knew nill about Kinsky, Herzog, or Don Giovanni. And, just for the record, Nakszynsk is a German as Perogi. Okay?

He was hungry: and it was made of chocolate anyhow...

Per favore, please let's keep Klaus Günter Karl Nakszynsk outta this. Also Werner Herzog. Ora Nobis, instead re the mighty Demons. Okay, Nakszynsk - a fine Danziger German name, I don't think - had molto demons, ma, in Espana, don't we all have at least mille tre, not to mention my current demon of choice, Coriole Sangiovese?

His lawyers have rung the police.

I hope this isn't the proverbial Moz, but for the past two weeks I open DL with dread - then again, that's the kind of fella I am, I must be Polish or something - hoping that it ain't gonna produce catastrophic news about accidents on the Training Track. Thus far, with the usual shall we say minor mishaps, our boat is afloat. In the meantime, I also note that the injury/operation - dictation dictation dictation, three sausages went to the station - tally at Geelong follows a similar path to our post Premiership season. Without wishing the NOT Wells on someone, long may it continue. With their perpetual Home Draw advantage, they are not Cats at all, simply spoiled poodles.

On yer bike!