There are some players who just get it; they grasp the moment and understand that each contest is a potential match winner. Joel Selwood is one. His third quarter will probably become part of the SAS training manual so fierce was his attack on the pill.
A Baker’s 50
Dips and a Bonza Bunch of Bastards hit Kangaroo Ground for a 50th birthday party on Saturday night.
Come On The Mighty Dees!
When the thrashings continue and the media descends, Melbourne must draw strength from Steve McQueen and yell: “We’re still here!”
Cricket’s Test
The understanding of cricket is lost. Sadly, instinct in cricket (maybe most sports) is dead, writes Dips.
The summertime Blues
Dips spent summer with the same Blues fans he spent the previous summer with. 12 months ago they were confident of premiership glory; now they are confused, entering 2013 in a sort of no-man’s-land.
Working hard for Australia
Never let it be said that Dips doesn’t work hard for Australia. We have photographic evidence.
There is no such thing as Santa Claus.
The revelations of drugs in footy is messing with Dips O’Donnell’s mind. He was beaten on the running track by blokes on steroids. It still infuriates him. What if the Cats cheated? What if the didn’t? Have we all lost something already?
A summer lesson
Having followed the Murray Marathon 410km down the river from Yarrawonga to Swan Hill, DIps had much to reflect on waiting for his daughter to return from final night celebrations.
Another purrfect Christmas gift idea
Dips O’Donnell has sent what he assures is a classy Christmas gift featuring epic matches involving Hawthorn. We haven’t had a chance to look at it and can only trust that he’s not being facetious.
Second Test – Day 5: Moment please
After an absorbing five days in Adelaide, Dips O’Donnell wonders how captivating this series may have been had it been played across five Tests.
The Other Third
It was the usual horrible slice off the tee. I heard and felt the “whick!” as the club made contact with the little white misery ball. A good golf shot is more of a “whack!” sound. To be honest I’m just happy to get past the Ladies’ tee when leaving the first, but my head [Read more]
Aussie Rules: The World Game
Aussie Rules is truly the World Game, says Dips O’Donnell.
AFL Grand Final: Who Are Those Guys?
The Grand Final reminded me of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid; the Hawks were Butch and Sundance, the Swans the hunting party they couldn’t shake. “Who are those guys?” the Hawks were asking all day; incredulous at the tenacity of their opponent.
Cause-infested footy
Footy is becoming cause infested. It is involving itself where it need not be; where it should not be. Like a movie star who suddenly acquires the wisdom to resolve the Middle East conflict, the AFL is becoming a slave to its own hubris, says Dips O’Donnell.
AFL Round 23 – Geelong v Sydney: Cats for breakfast
Fathers’ Day. Despite the kids wanting to bring me breakfast in bed, I’m not really a breakfast in bed kind of bloke. Besides, I wanted to get the paper and read about the footy; to immerse myself in the Cats’ victory over the Swans on Saturday afternoon. I was pleased to see that Greg Baum had written the piece. He understands a game of footy. His article would be a wonderful tool in the process of immersion.
AFL Round 21 – Geelong v St Kilda: Yelling at the telly
My wife doesn’t yell at the television. She’s from German aristocracy. I married way above my station. Dips O'DonnellI’m passionate about breathing. And you should always chase your passions. If I read one more thing about what defines leadership I think I’ll go crazy. Go Cats.
The song remains the same
We’re sitting in the All Nations Hotel on Friday afternoon. Yeatesy is leaning on the fireplace telling us about the 1989 Grand Final; about the day he knocked The Kid on his arse, bruised his spleen in fact. Yeatesy is a beauty; a raw boned country footballer made-good, the quintessential six foot three and three [Read more]
Cats pull rabbit from hat
Apparently Collingwood’s defeat of the Cats on Friday night signalled the end of an era. “…the Cats simply couldn’t run with Collingwood and, after five years of greatness, their race is run.” Jake Niall, The Sunday Age, July 15, 2012. That’s it. Game over. The end. Das ende. But, as is often the case, the [Read more]
The Swans nail it
I want you to stop what you’re doing and have a look at your finger nails. They’re not very substantial are they? Wafer thin, inconsequential pieces of stuff that sit at the end of the finger they have a few functions; they gather dirt and bacteria and horde it under their protective shell (for what [Read more]











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