Aker39
13 Jul 2007, 11:38
http://realfooty.com.au/news/news/keep-on-keeping-your-noses-clean/2007/07/12/1183833691724.html?page=fullpage#
Great article from Todays Age
DEAR guys,
Hi! How are you? I trust that you are all happy and healthy and fit and well and are not taking drugs or starting brawls or spitting on fans or driving while drunk or assaulting women or having sex with anybody you shouldn't be having sex with.
Me? I'm fine.
No, I'm not. I'm a mess, to be honest. My love for the game is at crisis point. I'm hanging on by my fingernails, fellas. And I need your help.
My love for the Bulldogs goes back as far as I can remember. I was six when I was given my first Footscray football jumper, and it still ranks as one of the happiest moments of my life. I felt I was part of something.
And I still feel privileged that Ted Whitten lived just around the corner from us. "Good morning, boys," he would say to me and my friends as we walked to school. It was some way for a kid to start the day, let me tell you.
I've loved football ever since. But my faith in the game is now under siege.
It seems that a week can't go by without some new scandal involving an AFL football player coming to light. The latest catastrophe involves an alleged incident at the Prince of Wales Hotel in St Kilda last year.
We've all seen the vivid security camera footage on TV. It allegedly shows some prominent football players allegedly taking part in an alleged brawl.
Michael Voss, Simon Black and Fraser Gehrig are among those facing charges over the alleged violence. The most startling bit allegedly shows Gehrig allegedly pushing a woman to the floor.
It's not surprising. AFL players are now so strongly associated with this sort of behaviour you could compile their adventures with violence, drunkenness, sexual assault and trouble with the police into an encyclopedia.
It's reprehensible conduct — but what makes it even worse is the industry of excuse-making that has built up around it.
Regular as clockwork, each time an incident occurs, there follows a deafening chorus from club officials, AFL suits and media pundits imploring the public to cut the poor guy responsible some slack because, well, he's not responsible.
"He's too young/naive/stressed/confused/inexperienced to know any better," goes the mantra. The club might issue a token penalty — a few games' suspension, a pittance of a fine — but the general attitude is that we should let it go and move on.
It's now reached the point where AFL players are treated as though they are people with special needs, as though being an Aussie rules footballer involves contracting a peculiar mental condition that makes them oblivious to the responsibilities that come with being an adult.
It is a dark time for football, and the only thing getting me through all this is the comfort of knowing that at least the players from my team have not been involved in such heinous conduct. And that's how I want it to stay.
Strike that. It's how I need it to stay. Because I've had it with players who think the game belongs to them. That's never been true. It belongs to us. That's who you work for. So I need you guys to keep your noses clean. Otherwise, I'm sending my scarf back.
You see, my greatest fear is that one of you will be suckered into the cowardly, infantile mindset that has permeated so many players of the modern game, that having an elaborate support system of professional apologists permits them to behave like a thug or a junkie or a misogynist. Because it doesn't.
And all it takes is one. Brendan Fevola's appalling off-field conduct has tarnished Carlton. Richmond is the club that lost its TAC sponsorship because Jay Schulz drove drunk. And even if the Eagles win the grand final, 2007 will always be remembered as the year Ben Cousins put his love of drugs before the game.
The Bulldogs haven't won a grand final since 1954. It's been 15 years since a player won a Brownlow. And you know what? It doesn't matter. I'll choose a clean loser over a tainted winner every time.
I'll leave you with this.
At the Western Oval is a statue of Bulldogs legend Ted Whitten in glorious flight.
Of all the players in the history of the game, Whitten is the only one to earn the title "Mr Football". That is one hell of an honour.
And he didn't earn it because he made a lot of money, or because he was a loud-mouth or because he was a flashy presence on TV. He earned it because he represented the game at its finest. No other club in the league has a legacy like that.
They're big boots to fill. So whether you guys are in club colours or not, I'm counting on each of you to remember that.
We all are.
Yours
— Jim S
Jim Schembri is a senior Age writer
Great article from Todays Age
DEAR guys,
Hi! How are you? I trust that you are all happy and healthy and fit and well and are not taking drugs or starting brawls or spitting on fans or driving while drunk or assaulting women or having sex with anybody you shouldn't be having sex with.
Me? I'm fine.
No, I'm not. I'm a mess, to be honest. My love for the game is at crisis point. I'm hanging on by my fingernails, fellas. And I need your help.
My love for the Bulldogs goes back as far as I can remember. I was six when I was given my first Footscray football jumper, and it still ranks as one of the happiest moments of my life. I felt I was part of something.
And I still feel privileged that Ted Whitten lived just around the corner from us. "Good morning, boys," he would say to me and my friends as we walked to school. It was some way for a kid to start the day, let me tell you.
I've loved football ever since. But my faith in the game is now under siege.
It seems that a week can't go by without some new scandal involving an AFL football player coming to light. The latest catastrophe involves an alleged incident at the Prince of Wales Hotel in St Kilda last year.
We've all seen the vivid security camera footage on TV. It allegedly shows some prominent football players allegedly taking part in an alleged brawl.
Michael Voss, Simon Black and Fraser Gehrig are among those facing charges over the alleged violence. The most startling bit allegedly shows Gehrig allegedly pushing a woman to the floor.
It's not surprising. AFL players are now so strongly associated with this sort of behaviour you could compile their adventures with violence, drunkenness, sexual assault and trouble with the police into an encyclopedia.
It's reprehensible conduct — but what makes it even worse is the industry of excuse-making that has built up around it.
Regular as clockwork, each time an incident occurs, there follows a deafening chorus from club officials, AFL suits and media pundits imploring the public to cut the poor guy responsible some slack because, well, he's not responsible.
"He's too young/naive/stressed/confused/inexperienced to know any better," goes the mantra. The club might issue a token penalty — a few games' suspension, a pittance of a fine — but the general attitude is that we should let it go and move on.
It's now reached the point where AFL players are treated as though they are people with special needs, as though being an Aussie rules footballer involves contracting a peculiar mental condition that makes them oblivious to the responsibilities that come with being an adult.
It is a dark time for football, and the only thing getting me through all this is the comfort of knowing that at least the players from my team have not been involved in such heinous conduct. And that's how I want it to stay.
Strike that. It's how I need it to stay. Because I've had it with players who think the game belongs to them. That's never been true. It belongs to us. That's who you work for. So I need you guys to keep your noses clean. Otherwise, I'm sending my scarf back.
You see, my greatest fear is that one of you will be suckered into the cowardly, infantile mindset that has permeated so many players of the modern game, that having an elaborate support system of professional apologists permits them to behave like a thug or a junkie or a misogynist. Because it doesn't.
And all it takes is one. Brendan Fevola's appalling off-field conduct has tarnished Carlton. Richmond is the club that lost its TAC sponsorship because Jay Schulz drove drunk. And even if the Eagles win the grand final, 2007 will always be remembered as the year Ben Cousins put his love of drugs before the game.
The Bulldogs haven't won a grand final since 1954. It's been 15 years since a player won a Brownlow. And you know what? It doesn't matter. I'll choose a clean loser over a tainted winner every time.
I'll leave you with this.
At the Western Oval is a statue of Bulldogs legend Ted Whitten in glorious flight.
Of all the players in the history of the game, Whitten is the only one to earn the title "Mr Football". That is one hell of an honour.
And he didn't earn it because he made a lot of money, or because he was a loud-mouth or because he was a flashy presence on TV. He earned it because he represented the game at its finest. No other club in the league has a legacy like that.
They're big boots to fill. So whether you guys are in club colours or not, I'm counting on each of you to remember that.
We all are.
Yours
— Jim S
Jim Schembri is a senior Age writer