Recent Posts
Crap umpiring is ruining the AFL. It needs to be said, preferably by someone with more clout than your humble complainer – say, the CEO – but we know that won’t happen. Umpires have become an unduly protected species, with even media commentators mostly barred from offering criticism, lest they upset anyone.
The fault for the deplorable state of umpiring in this fair game of ours lies squarely with the AFL. How can a professional sports league include rules as impossible to accurately interpret as “deliberately” putting the ball over the boundary? That rule is probably the one I find most frustrating, especially since I don’t think it needs to exist. So what if they put it over deliberately? If it’s on the full, it’s a free – if it’s tapped over, it’s a throw-in. Simple enough, isn’t it?
Overcomplicating the game is bad enough, but the overzealousness of the fabled Match Review Panel ® is truly breathtaking. How many good players have copped suspensions or lost Brownlow eligibility this year, for things that wouldn’t earn you a detention if you did it during PE?
[The Grumpy Traveller has been given 79 demerit points for this article.]
I imagine that the day after Obama’s acceptance speech involved the following: waking up the next morning; calling John Kerry and his campaign staff and asking how to proceed; and promptly falling off the face of the earth. Where are the Democratic candidates? John McCain is easy enough to find, nominating a woman who, for all I know, might be nice but has a strong whiff of ‘Quayle’ about her. He’s also been seen around Mississippi and is at least within the general vicinity of Louisiana, looking presidential.
I ask again, where’s Obama?
With this single week, Obama can either define himself, or be defined as Kerry-Lite: just as detached, but more likeable, than the original. If an embarrassing photo of Obama emerges this week (think Dukakis and his helmet, or Kerry and his weird full-body condom), consider the election over.
Did anyone watch Footy Classified last night? I didn’t, since it clashed with other important activities in my schedule, like ordering books off Amazon for a quarter of what I’d pay at Borders (after shipping and handling AND taking into account the conversion rate, which I should have taken advantage of more often when it was at 98 cents. Alas, alas…). I wasn’t interested for more reasons than that – for one, being a bit sick of footy shows after the Sunday morning programs, where Tony Jones earned my everlasting affection for telling Billy Brownless that his book is crap.
Mostly, I wasn’t interested because there’s only so many times you can listen to Glenn Archer and Craig Hutchison pounce on every word Caroline Wilson says. She’s wrong sometimes, sure, but why make it such an obvious vendetta? ‘Hutchy’ doesn’t have a spotless track record with accuracy either, yet he doesn’t get shouted down and harassed for daring to have an opinion. And, in general, Archer’s problems with all journalists come across as childish and hypocritical.
In fairness to Wilson, she doesn’t really need another person rushing in to defend her. She can handle herself, as evidenced by her not having smacked anyone in the mouth (so far, and that we know of). No, I’m complaining about this because it’s become tedious television at best. How is it that everything gets turned into a reason to grill one member of the panel? The gist of every show is, more or less, comprised of the following:
“How can you say that, Caro? But do you have any evidence?” (In this scenario, Wilson might have suggested that Mark Thompson was thirsty or looked tired.)
“I don’t have any evidence, but I KNOW you would breach ethics!”
“While we’re at it, Caroline Wilson, why do you hate Christmas?”
Thanks, Channel 9, but I’d prefer Dexter. At least he has manners.
The idea of Mitt Romney being named John McCain’s running mate has me thinking about the perilous state of conservatism in American politics and, more broadly, the damage that George Bush has done to conservatism over the last eight embarrassingly achievement-free years.
Romney would be a ridiculous choice for every conceivable reason, and the only benefit for McCain would be Romney’s willingness to throw around bags of his own money. In any other year, would Romney – with the way he ran his presidential campaign – be considered, even fleetingly, as a potential Veep? If McCain’s objective is to appeal to social conservatives, they why choose someone they rejected in the primaries
[ Click here to read more ]
You know how David Bowie’s music in the 80s was really terrible? I’m watching a ‘Best of Bowie’ DVD right now and it’s just hit ‘D.J.’, and I’m trying not to acknowledge that it sucks, but it does. It’s so bad that my dogs keep looking at me after each particularly loud riff, clearly thinking, “What the hell, woman?!” The poor boys are trying to nap, after all. They don’t need this kind of guff. But I still have a huge amount of respect and admiration for David Bowie, even though it’s all been a bit downhill since ‘Diamond Dogs’.
McCain 2008 is the 80s Bowie to McCain 2000’s ‘Hunky Dory’. Instead of independently minded – if slightly less mainstream – classics like ‘Quicksand’ and ‘Life on Mars’, McCain 2008 is singing the political equivalent of the God-awful ‘Dancing in the Streets’ duet with Mick Jagger (for our purposes, George Bush). It makes sense, sadly enough, but around a quarter of the US populace still approves of Bush, and that quarter might turn up to the polls in November. McCain needs them if he’s going to stop making ‘cult classics’ and start producing some triple-platinum records. [And with that, my analogy is officially strained to breaking point! Good work for staying with me, everyone
[ Click here to read more ]
Dale Thomas might be a decent player. I’d dispute this, but there must be something good about him. Why else would various commentators fall over themselves to rate even his most pedestrian grabs as “spectacular”? Do they mean spectacular in the same way as someone praising a dopey child for throwing a ball “close” to its intended target? But I digress.
No, my major beef with Dale Thomas is his impressively dicky haircut. It was bad enough when it was just one of those deliberate messes – the huge bouncing yellow mop that flapped haplessly around while its owner stumbled equally haplessly over the boundary line. So imagine my mixture of delight and horror when it emerged as a black, bouncing mess. With one highly flammable bottle, he passed the point of “slightly toolish” and landed himself firmly in the realm of the “massive wanker
[ Click here to read more ]
Listening to Michael Voss’s commentary in the game against Hawthorn, I felt that the new Gold Coast team had dodged a bullet by not securing him as its first coach.
This might seem like a harsh assessment of a Brownlow-winning, triple-premiership captain. But playing ability doesn’t always equal coaching ability, as several high-profile examples will attest. Does anyone even remember Tim Watson’s stint at St Kilda? And the less said about Tony Shaw’s time at Collingwood, the better (unless, of course, you despise Collingwood and remember Shaw’s tenure with the kind of fondness usually reserved for firstborn grandchildren
[ Click here to read more ]
|
|
Recent Comments
I've not commented on anything yet :(
|
Add Comments
Read More
Comments (4)