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The Locker Room
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How good were South!
And the Balmain Magpies!
I don't know what was best; Kirk's don't argue in the second quarter, or a big bloke with a beard doing what Noel Cleal does to pigs the following week.
All good stuff; the only people left crying into their beers were Bookmakers, especially after one punter was reported to have got the double, turning $770 lazy dollars into enough to start his own space program.
But there's no need for us to feel sorry for the Bookmakers, the thing only thing that can do that is the TAB Tote.
The Locker Room witnessed a race last month where a winner paid $12.90, and the quinella $8.40. This is as wrong as yellow socks.
But even that isn't as stupid as this column's idle boast that the Swans without a ruckman would be not dissimilar to the performance of the Office of National Assessments in the last four thousand years - messy, incompetent and doomed to failure.
Certainly, it displayed the sort of judgement that would preclude this column from playing for the Bloods given their No Dickheads policy.
Which isn't a worry, for it shall also encompass Latent Hewitt. For years it was thought he was Dorothy's son, but now I realise he was just her friend.
Many people believe that Sydney came north because, as the song says, "Cheer, cheer the Red and the White, move up to Sydney if money gets tight...".
But the truth is far more calculating.
It was the sort of fiendish plot that could only be hatched in the laneways and back streets of Emerald Hill, later known as South Melbourne. One steeped in the underworld so favoured by Crawford television dramas and Bob Hawke's Machiavellian tilt at the ACTU leadership.
I have it on good authority, supplied first hand in a Hotel in Swan Street Richmond, that South Melbourne went north to tap into the Taronga Zoo chimpanzee breeding program and produce another Bobby Skilton.
No wonder the Willesee lad wanted to buy Sydney, his dad must've owned South Fremantle. If you doubt me check the record of both Willesee the Whitlam Cabinet minister, and the South Fremantle football club. I'm onto Mike, and his idiot brother Terry.
Alas, the experiment didn't work. It produced a number of chimps, some who continue to play in the Riverina League and the much-underrated spectacle of the Sapphire Coast League, but none who had such incredible skills off both sides of the body.
But it was the heart of South that saw that the answer lay, not with settling for a chimp, but going for the whole 900 pound gorilla, and they got Barry Hall.
And Sydney fell in love with that gorilla in the same way they fell in love with investment property speculation.
There is a lot of similarities between a 900 pound gorilla and the Sydney property market. A lot more than you'd think.
And speaking of investment speculation, the Supertest set down for this month must have seemed a good idea at the time.
Umpire Darryl Hair will be standing when Mutiah Murilitheran plays for the best cricketers in the world outside the Australian Cricket Team. Will Daz call him for chucking again?
The sides are too good for this to be a drawn out affair. Unless the weather intervenes it should be over inside four days.
And hasn't the weather been strange lately?
Phil Doyle - settling in behind the leaders after the first furlong
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