I am addicted to football. I am broke because of it. My body’s a mess because of it. I damn well love it. As do millions.
I wrote the Community Cup piece in haste, and bad mood. And painfully regret it. It IS a great day, for a worthy cause, that many people love. That should be enough, all that matters.
In hindsight, my simple point that the Cup is not grass roots footy as I see it, but a (very worthy) social event, was lost in my own smallness. The piece was bitter. Negative. Petty. The Footy Almanac is meant to be better than that.
The replies are NOT why I am typing this.
I do not take back what I have said in other pieces about the AFL or commentators, or whatever. When I feel I am right I will stick to my guns, no matter what the price. No matter what threat or unpopularity. And I will be unpopular with some for writing this. I do not give a fuck about popularity. But when I am wrong I should admit was wrong.
The way the piece was written went beyond my point and insulted a lot of people who had no right to be insulted. Who were doing something fun. Who should be applauded.
The Almanac is meant to be a celebration.
Footy, in any form, is an expression of life, to be enjoyed. That is exactly what the people involved with the Cup were doing.
I humbly apologize to all the Rock Dogs, and Megahertz and people who went to and put on the show. A great show. Apologize without reservations or excuses.