Pies do it without the umpires – again

There will be fireworks. There will yelling and cheering. There will be dancing in the streets. The Prime Minister of the day will tell the people of Australia that any boss who sacks their employee for not attending work the next day is a bum. And I want to be there to witness the event [Read more]

Stripes of survival

It was THE DAY, we the Sport Reporting students were going to temporarily take the place of journalists in a presser. The coach in question was Michael Malthouse. The room was set up so well you’d think it was the real deal, from the microphones on the table, to the glass of water. My mission [Read more]

Da da da da daaa, da da da da daaa

I don’t’ despise nor loathe the Magpies. I simply hate them. Hate is the singular emotion that sums up a person’s utter contempt for their enemy. Not a Fatwa type of hate but the type that leads you to never mention their name without it being prefaced with a profanity. So as I settle in [Read more]

Setting the Bar High

In this Olympic year, thoughts go to many and varied events across those two weeks of that competition which comes around once every four years: events that would be given barely a second thought by any of us at any other time. My thoughts seem to have wandered to the field event of high jump. [Read more]

The Lance Perkins end (of Kardinia Park).

    Round 1 1967 – Geelong v Collingwood, Kardinia Park   by Burkie (John)   I think it might have been Malcolm Blight who, when asked one year about the significance of the opening round for a team, said something along the lines that it was probably the least important game of the season. [Read more]