Time to put the jumper away

Today was footy day. Footy day is the day at school when everyone was allowed to dump the school uniform and dress up in our favourite team’s colours. We kicked the footy’s on the oval at lunch as we munched on our cheaper-than-usual pies bought from the canteen. Of course, I wore my Sydney guernsey, [Read more]

Absolutely Gutted

A sombre mood flooding this cool, clear Sunday.  Nothing left to do but to hunker down and silently curse whatever gods or karmic shift caused The Enemy to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. Saturday night was significant in many ways.  Brett Kirk’s 200th consecutive game, possibly his last.  Potentially Paul Roos’ final as [Read more]