Round 4 – Richmond v Brisbane: Defence is Trumps

The best offence is a good defence, so goes the sporting truism. For Joe De Petro, the best of Richmond starts with a good defence too.

AFLW Round 4 – GWS v Adelaide: Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head

Anne Cahill Lambert made it out of Canberra’s Big Wet right on time (thanks Brandon) but insufficiently caffeinated (thanks Sutton Forrest) for the Ebony Marinoff tackle-a-thon. And Blacktown’s Big Wet [Well done to those 17 people on the far side – Ed].

The Ashes – Fourth Test, Day 4: Sod It 

In the bowels of the ‘G, people mill about, wearing confused expressions. What is a man or woman to do when his or her day at the cricket is ruined by the glory of Melbourne summer rain? Jack ponders this question as the rain begins to play a part in determining the outcome of the fourth Test.

Almanac WAFL: Royals, Thunder reign in WAFL

Amid terrible conditions, Les Everett wraps up a quiet weekend of WAFL.

Haiku Bob – Round 15 – Steady Drip

Three straight defeats and nobody up forward “except bloody Jesse White”… the rains are falling on Haiku Bob’s Magpies.

AFL Round 16 – Geelong v Melbourne: I think I’ve gone soft!

Rain at the footy? Wally can’t believe the inconvenience in this modern world of spectator comfort.

First Test – Day 2: Not quite singing in the rain

Miss the action from the second day’s play? Gabba stalwart Mick Jeffrey brings you up to speed. (We don’t know why Channel 9 played alternative programs all day, no shortage of action here.)

The poncho ain’t pretty

You’re sitting ground level two rows from the front, on a cold Friday night at the MCG. The cold wind is blowing from the grey daunting skies and then it happens. It starts to rain. Rain is a beautiful thing especially when you are rugged up indoors wearing multiple layers and Ugg Boots watching the [Read more]

Sink or swim for Lions – they sank

Brisbane downpours have a particular soaking quality which seems to soften your bones like arrowroot biscuits. Through the window of the taxi on Wynnum road it looked like a classic. “Ya still goin to the footy? Good on ya,” said the cabbie “They only get up here once a year.” “We’ll go down Geelong Street, [Read more]

Rain in Tasmania, but training might still be on

I’d spent two days in Hobart drinking with a mate who has nothing to do with football or the bush, which was great. By the second day, though, I was champing to get back to the mountains and hard work. To the rhythm of small waves from every ute I pass and the chubby clucks [Read more]

The best game I never saw

Rotten, Gnawing, Lime-Green Jealousy. There had been record rainfall. You hear that a lot, but sometimes it’s true. My team didn’t make the finals, so, fuck it, a mate and I went for a drive. The car was facing east when we got into it, so we drove east. It was that simple. No plans, [Read more]