Tony Tea

Bowey's clean hands and precise disposal for the win.

Funny you mentioned that. I've been adamant on the Twitter, and copped a pasting, that Hawkins intentionally clocked May in the match early in the season. It was an absolute no-brainer that Hawkins had a swing because no one would convict him (especially the ex player gang in the media) because he could always say it was an accident. But you pull any one of those media pundits aside and I'll guarantee they'll agree Hawkins had a free hit, and they'll acknowledge with a nod and a wink that everyone knows what Hawkins was really up to.

Glenn is Scott's uncle. Grandfather played for sash trash Richmond.

Do you know what were Ron's symptoms? Every time you hear someone has caught Covid, you never hear what it was like.

Robbie was more graceful, but Clarrie is now my No.1 Demon. (Born in 1961.)

Check the note at the end.

Yesterday I was looking for Castlemaine carpenters on Facebook and found one Ben Hovey. A quick squizz at his profile showed he was from Geelong. I'm assuming he is the same Ben Hovey who as a kid used to ring up Demon Radio (and who was from the Geelong FC Hovey clan). So there's one other Dees fan here.

For years we've had to sit through the media showcasing famous Grand Final moments that always featured other sides, and the Demons never got a mention. There's only the barest footage of Neil Crompton's goal in 1964, and all other great Demon moments were pre-TV. Even the Saints have the footage of Breen's famous point, and Whitten's "hit the boundary". (Perhaps that's a curse.) Now, finally, we have our very own Great Grand Final Moment, and it maybe tops all others.

I live in Castlemaine and was light on for Demon company (plenty of Dogs fans) but serendipitously, it turns out the bloke who lives across the street is a hard core Demon. Still, the fact that Castlemaine is not a Demon hotbed hasn't stopped me from wearing an item of Demon clothing every day since the Grand Final.

The Grand Final umpires, who largely refused to pay coodabeen-paid frees to the Dogs. Although, that was the Dogs' own fault for overacting earlier in the finals (and all year).

I ordered a Premiers shirt from the AFL last Friday, and received it yesterday.

I'm at the limit to the number of paid subscriptions I'm prepared sign up for.

Dermott is probably a good bloke, but his footy analysis is too often poor and pretentious. Ask yourself how much weight his opinions would carry if he wasn't a famous (and very good) ex-player. He tries to sound impressive but too often uses big words he doesn't know the meaning of, and butchers other big words. Take apart his wise-old-man pronouncements and you find the essence of what he says is okay, but often garbled in layers of sloppy garnish. That said, we have to be wary of Cats 2007 and Tigers 2018. In both years they were clearly the best side, but were ambushed in the finals. There's a good chance we will be the best side next year, but I hope we don't expose our flank in the finals.

Even when it was flying high it had "hmmmmm" written all over it.

The fact we won a flag without him speaks for itself.

We are where we are today because of everything that has happened, both good and bad, in the last 10 or more years.

Don't need to. We have Clarrie and Trac.

I'm hoping we can double up, and there is every reason to believe we can play better in 2022, but I'm wary of the precedents set by the Cats in 2008 and the Tigers in 2018, who were both coming off a flag, and who were both the best sides in the home-and-away season, and who both got ambushed in the finals.

Harry Petty, too.

On the flip side, this is in today's Herald Sun.

Bucky admits he was wrong in today's paper.

What puzzles me about Bucky's article is that there was not the faintest hint that he had noticed we were clearly showing good signs last year.

Shot ourselves in both feet when we got murdered by North and lost over 10%.

The 1940 Olympics were going to be in Tokyo. Melbourne Premiers.

Good shepherd, but Dunkley was playing for the free with his tumble.