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While strolling along the beach near Ocean Grove recently I tripped on an old bottle and pitched face first into the sand. In anger I picked up the bottle and was just about to hurl it into the sea when I noticed it had some old lettering on it mostly covered in salt and sand. Thinking it might be a collector's item I started rubbing away at the glass to see if I could discern what it said. I could make out the year embossed on the base - "1954" - and as I rubbed it the bottle seemed to vibrate and glow in my hands. Suddenly there was a blinding flash and I again fell to the sand, this time landing on my rump. As I sat their blinking I was still slightly dazzled, so it took me a while to realise that a cloud of smoke had issued from the bottle and was forming into a human like figure in the air just above me. It had old ankle-length leather boots with nailed-in studs.
Gathering my wits and recalling the story of Aladdin and the Lamp I said "yo dude, you must be a genie who is about to give me three wishes, right?" Without waiting for an answer I prattled on. "Let me see, will it be Jennifer Hawkins, or ummm ..." But before I could articulate my fantasy the figure spoke with terrible wrath and authority. "SHUT YOUR FACE!" it commanded.
It went on: "I am the spirit of Allan Hopkins and I am not to be trifled with!".
"WHO?" I interjected. The being seemed taken aback and mellowed slightly.
"Call yourself a true Son of the West and you don't know who Allan Hopkins is ... errr ... was? I was Footscray's first superstar in the VFL and won its first ever Brownlow Medal in 1930. Back in the 1980s I was intent on returning to Footscray to bring renewed powers to the team and the administration but an evil beer baron captured me and sealed me in this bottle. He cackled something about my tragic history and kept me imprisoned for years until he passed the bottle on as a memento to some cardboard maker. I sat in his yacht for years but was eventually thrown overboard and came to be washed up on this beach. I have been waiting for years for someone to release me and I was going to kill the fool that did so, but I see you are wearing a red white and blue scarf so I'm going to spare you."
"Th-thanks" I stuttered, "but don't I get any wishes at all?"
"SILENCE!" the spirit bellowed, "Don't you know the Age of Entitlement is over?" but then it softened again.
"Look I can see you aren't that bad deep down and I know you are puzzled by the dismal season just finished. I'll tell you what I will do. You have until 4pm on 3rd September to give me 10 questions that you would like answered by Brendan McCartney. I will hypnotise him and get him to read your questions out loud at the Best and Fairest Awards that night and I will make sure he gives honest answers to the assembled faithful."
"Well, OK, I guess that's better than being bashed in the head by candymanwb 's flagpole" I replied. "So how do I get these questions to you?"
"Easy peasy" said the spirit, "just get consensus on them in a Big Footy thread and I will find them, but remember they must be agreed by 4pm on Wednesday!"
"Well thanks a heap, smoky" I said, "how am I going to get consensus when there's fellas like immortalmike , Mattdougie , theAthenian and ivan rassmussen going hammer and tongs at each other all day and night?"
"Your problem buddy" it replied and before I could ask anything else it had vanished!
So there you have it. Pretty straightforward really. We need to get our ten questions together by 4pm Wednesday. I started off a list but quickly realised there were about a thousand questions I wanted to ask! Here’s just a few of them.
Maybe you could help me add a few more and then we’ll whittle them down to ...
Oh, and one more thing. I had a really disturbed sleep the next night and as I lay there staring at the ceiling the spirit of Allan Hopkins came and visited me. It seemed uncharacteristically sheepish.
“What is it now?" I asked.
“Ummm, look … I’m going to be pretty busy the next few days,” It said. “I’ve got a few scores to settle so it’s just possible I might not get over to Macca’s place.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, what I’m coming to is I'm sorry but you might just have to work out the answers to these questions yourself. You’re all pretty smart cookies on the Footscra- I mean on the Western Bulldogs board. You'll be fine.”
I started to mouth a vile expletive but before any sound came from my throat Hoppo was gone.
Gathering my wits and recalling the story of Aladdin and the Lamp I said "yo dude, you must be a genie who is about to give me three wishes, right?" Without waiting for an answer I prattled on. "Let me see, will it be Jennifer Hawkins, or ummm ..." But before I could articulate my fantasy the figure spoke with terrible wrath and authority. "SHUT YOUR FACE!" it commanded.
It went on: "I am the spirit of Allan Hopkins and I am not to be trifled with!".
"WHO?" I interjected. The being seemed taken aback and mellowed slightly.
"Call yourself a true Son of the West and you don't know who Allan Hopkins is ... errr ... was? I was Footscray's first superstar in the VFL and won its first ever Brownlow Medal in 1930. Back in the 1980s I was intent on returning to Footscray to bring renewed powers to the team and the administration but an evil beer baron captured me and sealed me in this bottle. He cackled something about my tragic history and kept me imprisoned for years until he passed the bottle on as a memento to some cardboard maker. I sat in his yacht for years but was eventually thrown overboard and came to be washed up on this beach. I have been waiting for years for someone to release me and I was going to kill the fool that did so, but I see you are wearing a red white and blue scarf so I'm going to spare you."
"Th-thanks" I stuttered, "but don't I get any wishes at all?"
"SILENCE!" the spirit bellowed, "Don't you know the Age of Entitlement is over?" but then it softened again.
"Look I can see you aren't that bad deep down and I know you are puzzled by the dismal season just finished. I'll tell you what I will do. You have until 4pm on 3rd September to give me 10 questions that you would like answered by Brendan McCartney. I will hypnotise him and get him to read your questions out loud at the Best and Fairest Awards that night and I will make sure he gives honest answers to the assembled faithful."
"Well, OK, I guess that's better than being bashed in the head by candymanwb 's flagpole" I replied. "So how do I get these questions to you?"
"Easy peasy" said the spirit, "just get consensus on them in a Big Footy thread and I will find them, but remember they must be agreed by 4pm on Wednesday!"
"Well thanks a heap, smoky" I said, "how am I going to get consensus when there's fellas like immortalmike , Mattdougie , theAthenian and ivan rassmussen going hammer and tongs at each other all day and night?"
"Your problem buddy" it replied and before I could ask anything else it had vanished!
So there you have it. Pretty straightforward really. We need to get our ten questions together by 4pm Wednesday. I started off a list but quickly realised there were about a thousand questions I wanted to ask! Here’s just a few of them.
Maybe you could help me add a few more and then we’ll whittle them down to ...
The 10 Questions We'd Like Macca to Answer
- What are the reasons for Mark Austin getting a game ahead of Roberts and Talia for the last few months? Do you rate Mark or is he just filling in while the other two develop?
- What is it that Michael Talia has to fix and why has it taken all year for him to fix it?
- You acknowledged after Round 1 that we were “a tall short” yet you persisted with the same (and at times a worse) height-challenged team structure in virtually every game. What is the rationale? Is it a coaching/learning thing or do you really think it is the right structure to win games and finals?
- What is the game plan?
- Has Jordan Roughead indeed been plagued by shoulder and possibly groin injuries for much of the year? If so – and if he’s been performing well below his optimum – what was the purpose of playing him every week and then sending him off for medical treatment with one round to go?
- Why has tackling and defensive pressure fallen away so much in the latter part of the season? Have you de-emphasised it in any way or are we just cooked?
- What was going on with Cooney a few weeks back and why did you persist when he was either way underdone after injury or just not putting in? What’s wrong with waiting until he shows form in the VFL side before bringing him back?
- Is Jarrad Grant coachable? What role do you expect him to actually play if he stays on in 2015? (Not what would you like to happen – what do you think can and will happen?)
- What are Peter Gordon's expectations of the team for 2015. Is your job on the line if these aren't met?
- Why don’t you hide Matthew Boyd’s obvious disposal deficiencies by playing him in some other role (like a tagger)?
- How many wins did you really expect us to get this year and where did you really think we’d finish?
- In press conferences are you able to raise each eyebrow independently or can you only do it with one of them?
- What’s going on with Will Minson? Has he been battling injury all year? Why drop him for one week when the season is nearly over? Were you trying to see how we’d go if Will was no longer around? Is he now surplus to requirements?
Oh, and one more thing. I had a really disturbed sleep the next night and as I lay there staring at the ceiling the spirit of Allan Hopkins came and visited me. It seemed uncharacteristically sheepish.
“What is it now?" I asked.
“Ummm, look … I’m going to be pretty busy the next few days,” It said. “I’ve got a few scores to settle so it’s just possible I might not get over to Macca’s place.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, what I’m coming to is I'm sorry but you might just have to work out the answers to these questions yourself. You’re all pretty smart cookies on the Footscra- I mean on the Western Bulldogs board. You'll be fine.”
I started to mouth a vile expletive but before any sound came from my throat Hoppo was gone.