Did Col Hutchison get to the Cats' game? He's an official AFL statistician, isn't he? He could probably have gone last night.
The Tigers' Dave Norman had not missed a Tigers game since 1973, but his run stopped a couple of years ago. He named his son Jack Dyer.
When Jones started out he developed a reputation as a bit of a dodgy kick, but it became apparent around 2010, 2011, 2012 that he had been working hard on his kicking and he had become an excellent kick. It was only last year, when our system fell apart he had no one to kick to, that his kicking again seemed ropey.
Big game AFL footy is still, at heart, a battle of competitive beasts. Few of those beasts are as competitive as our Jack. Writing him off through one-dimensionality or the Stack bump reveals more about the lack of footy smarts of the writer than it does about Jack.
When we lost to the Peptides, an Essendon mate of mine was raving about how Essendon had won the draft because Parish was clearly a better pick than Oliver. So, at least we got one back.
But us losing to the Peptides was rolled gold Demonesque.
My point being that the AFL were obviously aware that the Dees, a battling club, would lose a revenue stream. Has there been a tacit agreement for us to make a statement about gambling with the AFL providing material support?
"We were somewhere around 1965 on the edge of a premiership drought when the drugs began to take hold."
~~ Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a Demon fan in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a flag."
~~ Pride and Premiership
"In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since: don't follow Melbourne."
~~ The Great Gatsby