Footy's back

Footy's back February 2006 | Filed under Melbourne, People, Photos | Comments (9)

I know it's tragic to get worked up about the intraclub practice matches but... weeeeeeeee!

Views from the Floor

Peter says:

And only 12 weeks or so until Round 6 - Friday night at the G. One of those above meets this...

...and misses six weeks.

Yeah, that's right. It's February and I'm talking the talk.

Peter says:

That was meant to take you to Byron Pickett. Melbourne's crap website is to blame.

Yeah, that's right. It's February and they're already letting me down.

Virginia says:

Look at the arms on Ablett-the-Younger, though. He's put the weight of Byron Picket onto EACH BICEP this preseason.

Out of interest, how many weeks does Byron Pickett miss if one of the Abletts SHOULD meet with his elbow/shoulder?

Peter says:

He misses two less than last year with the revamp of the tribunal.

And let's not forget what happened when James Hird spent summer in the gym and put on ten kilos of muscle.

Lost about five yards of pace...

Virginia says:

N. Ablett isn't in the team for his pace - I reckon I could run faster. He's in the team for his miraculousness, beauty and mad skillz.

Peter says:

It's February and already we're trash talking.

Dees players to watch in '06
B. Miller
N. Carroll (v N. Ablett)
D. Bell
C. Sylvia (bite your tongue or I'll be forced to dust off the Alicia Horan jokes).

You heard it here first.

Peter says:

I should say also, in the interests of graciousness... I love the way G's arms are out. He sort of just hovers, then swoops and accelerates. Something about an amazingly low centre of gravity and quite extraordinary balance.

Full forwards I've seen before. I would go to watch G. Ablett Jr.

Virginia says:

In the interests of ungraciousness, Colin Sylvia was probably BORN looking like a criminal; it was only a matter of time before he became one. As for the rest: BRING IT ON.

kate says:

tis the time of year when Essendon supporters everywhere ask The Big Question...

Will this be the year that Sheeds loses his last thread of attachment to reality?

Speak, friend, and enter


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Mouse Puke

20 February 2008
Filed under Life, Text

At about 1am this morning, Wilson came through the cat door howling the proud howl of a cat who’s brought his owner a present. On hot nights this behaviour is de rigeur; we really should just lock them in or out and save ourselves (and the mice / birds / rats / possums / lizards) the heartache*.

Aaaanyway, I got up to see what he’d dragged in, and found him in the hall batting a small mouse around. Upon seeing me, he panicked - she take the toy! - and started to consume the mouse, beginning with the hindquarters and finishing with the skull. Crunch crunch crunch. Upon finishing the mouse, he then polished off his sister’s largely uneaten, equally appetising fish-mush and, ten minutes later, as I was dozing off once more, jumped onto the foot of the bed and vomited the mouse-parts and fish-mush onto our quite nice Indian bedspread. Delightful.

* I’m not even faintly interested in being told that I should always keep my cats in at night. If you write a comment to that effect, I will delete it. Thank you and good night.

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