You know it’s been a while between posts when you realise you’ve forgotten both your admin user name and password. This website began with such promise. I had assembled a solid crew of eager writers, helmed by yours truly, all of whom had promised to submit countless articles on a regular basis to launch The…
Read More A Forced Post About Football Grand FinalsWith the Australian federal election looming and likely military action in Syria escalating, I should be seeking solace in the comforting bosom of sport. But for some reason, I am not. Why? This troubles me. What seismic shift has taken place within my general psyche that a hearty fix of round/oval ball action no longer…
Read More Sport Will Hurt You, Best Keep Your DistanceI know that people carry themselves in different ways and you shouldn’t judge people on their appearances because you don’t know their back-story, but with Shane Watson it’s different. Put simply, his on-field – and off-field, to be fair – body language is the worst I’ve ever seen of a professional sportsman. He makes poor…
Read More Cheer Up, Shane WatsonEver had a day where you just couldn’t be fucked? The Canberra Raiders did, yesterday. Being a rugby league player must be a terrible existence. If I ever feel like I “can’t be fucked,” which is increasingly often, I can always just stay in bed and watch countless episodes of whatever-HBO-TV-series-is-currently-the-most-critically-acclaimed. I can call in…
Read More Rugby League And Existentialism Do Not Mix WellThere has been a groundswell of online support – tweets and the like – to rush David Warner back into the third test tomorrow. Just consider that sentence for a moment before continuing with this article. Unlike many cricket fans nostalgic for success against the ‘Old Enemy’, I’m concerned that the selectors, in their haste…
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