Richie Benaud

Richie Benaud was Colin Ritchie’s hero as a boy, then something earth-shattering occurred.

[This piece was first published in 2012 – it is timely we reprise it. Vale Richie. – Ed]

Who wants number 3?

The number 3 guernsey is up for grabs again at Essendon. But who would want it? Colin Ritchie reckons the number has been a curse to many who have worn it.

AFL Round 11 – Essendon v Carlton: On your feet, because here comes Jake Carlisle and the Bombers

Colin Ritchie hasn’t experienced such an emotional response to a Bombers match for quite a while.

Fishing for a non-fisherman

WARNING: This story filled with beautiful images of sunsets, good red and fishing off the coast of WA will likely exacerbate any Monday morning back-to-work gloom you are feeling.

Bombers, Weapons and Tanks

Did the expectation of supporters for the “dream team” of Hird and Thompson to fulfill their wish for an immediate premiership put undue pressure on them to achieve this goal?

Rock2Ramp Ocean Swim, Anglesea

“What the hell am I doing here?” Colin Ritchie asks himself, swallowing another mouthful of water as his screaming lungs gasp for air. Welcome to the Rock2Ramp.

My blue tranny and “Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer! Those days of soda and pretzels and beer!”

Colin Ritchie often wondesr what came first; was it his love of cricket in general or was it his love of cricket defined by the magic of radio? Join him on a trip down memory lane.

Second Test – Day1: Sri Lanka…what the?

Colin Ritchie was stunned at how easily some batsmen gave up their wickets, especially on a pitch and in conditions so perfectly suited for batting and for making runs.

Third Test – Day 4: Nightmare

Day 4 at the WACA was a nightmare for the Australian team and Colin Ritchie.

Fiery Fred

Fred Trueman was truly one of the great characters of cricket. Colin Ritchie was fortunate to see him play in a Test against the Aussies at the MCG in the early 60s.

Going to the Footy: Prospect Hill

Going to the footy. We always met every Saturday at the Prospect Hill Hotel during the footy season. Usually we’d arrive within minutes of one another around midday, amble to the bar, buy ourselves a beer and move to our favourite spot by the pool table. There, lively and intense discussions of the game ahead [Read more]