Other than football…

Yesterday, on Saturday 4th June, I joined a friend from the budding Glen Eira Artists Society at a stall in Carnegie.  It was part of the support provided by friends and colleagues and community to the artist Anthony Breslin.  Several years ago, Anthony used his life savings and substantial borrowings to buy an old church.  [Read more]

Winning and losing at the same time.

Is there such thing as winning without casualties in 2011? It’s Sunday night and we’re watching my sister’s team, the Doggies, being pummelled the Hawks.  It’s awful to watch and I know the feeling of suffering.  Her first sms was:  Sigh.  Her second was:    I should write for the Almanac too so that I can [Read more]


Last week I finished reading the novel by Siri Hustvedt :  What I loved.  She is writing about the wayward friend of a son, who is a lost soul.  The narrator, his close family friend and someone there from birth, writes:  “…I knew that his last words gave me hope.  People imagine that hope has [Read more]

The Monday Night Lament

The Monday Night Lament (sung to the tune of Peter Paul and Mary’s “Where have all the flowers gone.”) by Yvette Wroby Where have all Saint good games gone, Long time passing Where have all the good ones gone,  Long time ago Where have all the good wins gone, gone to others, almost every one [Read more]

Nick Unloads

That wouldn’t be the head of a certain well known ex-football manager would it? Yvette Wroby speculates at to Nick Riewoldt’s current thoughts (with a little help from an Age photo.

The Five Stages of Death and Dying

Denial: I got my NAB Cup footy record so I’ve got my list of all the opposition players, as well as my TV recording as well as my comfortable armchair.  So my feet are up after a day in my studio listening to North Melbourne get their first win for the season.  I have been [Read more]


You know that game kids play when there is something spooky like a scary movie and you watch between your fingers because you kinda don’t want to watch and you kinda do.  I half-watched St.Kilda half-play last night on the TV.  It was the most reluctant I have ever been to watch a game.  Gone [Read more]

We’re in the Dark (Where’s that light switch).

Two banners to start the game:  Saints – Loyal and Brave, A Sight to Behold, 200 for Nick Reiwoldt, Good as Gold. Bombers:  Saints Taking Art Classes, Certainly know how to draw. And it’s on.    When the teams run through the banner, they play the St.Kilda song twice.  I think wistfully it’s because we’re unlikely [Read more]


  For those St.Kilda fans that have pulled themselves up by their bootstraps, and come to the MCG for the last 2 weeks, it continues to be a place of pain and regret.  We haven’t won a major game there in 5 games:  first grand final, second grand final, preliminary NAB against Essendon, a loss [Read more]

Before and After

by Yvette Wroby 1  Ok, footy starts tonight with Carlton and Richmond.  The season begins and we are so ready to get away from scandals and injuries and misbehaving footballers and agents, just get back to the games we actually want to hear, see and read about. So the day before our first match against [Read more]

You are in the Mix

So, the last time I could bear to write it was the week after the second Grand Final.  I’m sorry to say, it still hurts.  But let me fill you all in since then: Week one:  4th October The week was rough, we came back from the second Grand final and ripped down all the [Read more]

Magpies in Spring

Tribute or St Kilda masochism? Yvette Wroby ‘s final comment on the Grand Final.

The Healing Power of Song and Love

My final words for 2010.  My love Zamir and I went to Moorabbin this morning with a few thousand others.  The sun was out, the world goes on, there was a good band playing good music.  There were many families, young and old, all happy to be in the new day and encourage our boys [Read more]

Prayers Not Answered for Saints.

It’s a good thing tomorrow is my birthday and that I know we’re doing something nice to celebrate. I can hardly bear to look back and try and understand yesterday at the G.  Collingwood were magnificent, clinical, confident, fast and deserved premiers.  I SMS’d and congratulated my walking friend Kate and my cousins on their [Read more]

This is it, again.

This is it.  The decider.  The day of battle.  The last hurrah.  Really!  No kidding.  Found it hard to sleep.  Not as nervous as last week, and am still quietly optimistic (I’ve even started inviting friends and family on Sunday night for a party if we win). Yesterday morning we blew up more balloons.  I’m [Read more]

Grand Final 2010: One More Day

Everyone is being nice

That’s what I’ve come away with from yesterday’s Grand Final draw.  Both St.Kilda and Collingwood players and fans were so stunned at the result, that it was quiet, reserved, polite.  Collingwood fans and St.Kilda fans TALKED to each other, shared their shock and disbelief, shook their heads at each other, laughed.  Said “See you next [Read more]

Nervous Anticipation: Friday 24th September 2010

Nervous anticipation.  From going to bed until waking up and in between.  I’ve living, breathing, eating, football.  Today is the Almanac lunch and I will meet and put faces to all the welcoming group of other footy tragics.  When did I get this bad?  When did I turn from enthusiastic to obsessive?

Grand Final Week

by Yvette Wroby Grand Final Week:  Day 2 Monday 20th September 2010 It’s 5.30 am and sleep now evades me.  I’m too nervous and excited.  St.Kilda are in the Grand Final and my credit card is debited with our footy tickets so we are going to the Grand Final to watch the  gladiatorial battle of [Read more]

Our 2010 Preliminary Final

We did it.  The Saints passed “GO” with a brilliant display of 7 goals in the 3rd quarter.  They were putting on a clinic themselves after a first half  that I’d rather forget. The forgettable half we only kicked 3.6 to Bulldogs 4.6, the first quarter worse, 1.5 11 to 3.1. 19.  The Doggies looked [Read more]