JOHN KINGSMILL The best thing about radio cricket is that you know that it is on and that you don’t have to watch each delivery, each ponderous over. Radio lets you get on with your life. When life pauses, you flick a switch and it’s usually just at the right moment. The game is poised [Read more]
Footy Quatrains
The First Game of the Season A wife in marvellous Melbourne may well be tried for treason if she tries to stop her man attend the first game of the season.
Moshing with the Murphys (and my son)
Dropkick Murphys Venue: Forum Theatre Tuesday, October 25. Macca, his brother-in-law and I meet up with Graeme and John in the main bar of Young and Jackson’s. Jack has pulled the pin, so in a moment of generosity I offer the spare ticket to my son, and he accepts it gleefully. He will catch [Read more]
‘Tis the season for a sickie
by Andrew Gigacz I’m sitting in the office looking out at a beautiful sunny Melbourne spring day. This would be a perfect day to activate one of my “seasonal leave” days, I reckon. Or it would be, if such a thing existed. I first came up with the concept of seasonal leave [Read more]
A picture says more than a thousand words
Once upon a time after a great victory kings and emperors called on the poets, composers and painters to celebrate the moment. In our a little more democratic times we artistically celebrate those who only came and cheered (as well as booed in a timely fashion)… as well as those on the field. When the [Read more]
Another piece of Chocolate Cake
My Friend The Chocolate Cake Venue: Newport Substation Friday, October 7. Review by Darren Dawson Almost since their inception, My Friend The Chocolate Cake have been favourites of my wife and I. We first saw the Cake at the Universal in Fitzroy in the early 90’s, a memorable occasion during which Archie Roach and the late [Read more]
Ode to a Magpie
This anonymous poem was handed to my cousin John Scopas by an old Collingwood fan. He passed it on to me in the hope that it will get a run on the site and that we may yet find the author. I have cleaned up a fair bit of punctuation (written by a Collingwood [Read more]
Post Season Pursuits: Extreme Gardening
With the enormity of the challenge in front of me, my summer sport of choice seemed like the wrong option. An hour in, and I was already questioning whether I had the commitment and strength of character to succeed in a pursuit endured by millions across the globe. I needed something to get me through [Read more]
Yellow wins in ten syllables
Australia shrug South Africa out of the World Cup; then Woodville-West Torrens stop the Dogs five years deep in victory to snare an unlikely cup. Their thick-set ruckman wins the medal and, on stage, says: “We’ll never fucking forget this.” And we will never forget those words, the TV says, drier than salt in [Read more]
the damp Sherrin
grand final dawn a bit of tightness in my hammys low cloud Cloke’s long drop punt splits the ‘G in half even on this day Stevie J reminds us the ‘G is a playing field half-time at the pub another round of texting lights on [Read more]
Happy Cats
By Yvette Wroby In the tradition of Weg. If you’re interested, Yvette can provide more originals for $150 or coloured photocopies for $30. 25% of proceeds to the Royal Children’s Hospital.
Review of “The Club” New Paintings by Peter Ferrier
Love of Football is in the Air – its final time and time for art and I popped in to an exhibition a few weeks ago to get to see Peters work again. He used to be in a Gallery onSt.Kilda Roadand I used to drive back on my way home from work, and check [Read more]
preliminary final – the clock stops
late september the veteran scores the winning goal the MCG in spring — alive with hawks, magpies and seagulls the moon punches a hole in the sky — Tarrant spoils bad live stream our hopes flickering spring haze a field of heavy-limbed footballers [Read more]
Tabloid news: “oh, the horror!”
by Stuart Bigless I must admit to being one who gravitates toward The Age online site to keep up with current news events. I find that the Age tends to avoid the sensationalist approach to news that its main competitor seems to revel in. Or so I thought. Here’s what I found last night when I [Read more]
deeper into spring
spring sunset the difference a goal makes freshly cut fields Swan feeds on the MCG cloud then sun then cloud yet to hit our stride looking for the angle Krakouer turns his back to the goals a gap in the clouds Wellingham catches the [Read more]
Footy Pictures by Jim Pavlidis and lunch with my mum
by Yvette Wroby I love meeting the real people at Almanac events after I have read their pieces or seen their art work. There’s a community of twisted, interesting people all linked by words and creativity. So I took my Mum on Saturday to Jim Pavlidis and his fourteen wonderful, iconoclastic masterpieces. I [Read more]
Football and music. Part I.
Tonight in Tassie, outside, the city streets were still with cold. Empty. Inside, sitting in the warm seaweed sway of a noisy Friday night pub, I was watching the footy on a small monitor above the wine fridge, while the band, behind me, did their thing. The football looked strange. A pocket of [Read more]
Haiku Bob – round 24: some buds open
spring evening squealing cats spoil my dreams packed ‘G long after the goal I hear it fast moving clouds a chain of handpasses ends with a goal the curved path of the moon — Fasolo from the pocket last drinks our last goal turns out to be our last filling the half-empty stadium final siren [Read more]











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