2017 pre-season discussion.

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That's true... and I know a few people who jumped because of the super league wars.

The initial question by The King! was 'Who has had more impact on Sydney as of right now, Plugger or buddy? (punctuation added)' My question and response were asking 'are we talking about the club or the city?'. If it we are talking about the club, then Plugger, no question. However if we are talking about the city, the majority of the population wouldn't know who Plugger is/was or have any idea of the impact he had in our struggling club at that time, whereas a good percentage of them would know who Buddy is simply because AFL gets more coverage in Sydney than it ever did in the 90s and he is the player of this generation.

Please understand that in no way I am underestimating or belittling Plugger's influence or impact at the Sydney Swans, it was immense!
I too changed from NRL during Super League, though I had maintained an interest since 1964. Main reason was that my son was playing AFL. As I got to know the Swans I stuck. Great club with terrific values. Execute what many just talk about.
 

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Training the house down is all I'm hearing

Hopefully a good start like 15 against the dons when we come out firing
Just like after the 2014 loss the players will be hungry to make amends
 
Really looking forward to intraclub this season... will be interesting to see the likes of Thalia, Towers, Marsh against this years intake of young guns
 

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Bet Reid doesn't make it through pre season

Won't play anymore than 10 games at senior level in 17

You really are a Hanrahan aren't you. for those who are unaware of Hanrahan, he is the ultimate pessimist, invented by the poet John O'Brien (AKA Father Patrick Joseph Hartigan);

SAID HANRAHAN

"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
In accents most forlorn,
Outside the church, ere Mass began,
One frosty Sunday morn.
The congregation stood about,
Coat-collars to the ears,
And talked of stock, and crops, and drought,
As it had done for years.
"It's lookin' crook," said Daniel Croke;
"Bedad, it's cruke, me lad,
For never since the banks went broke
Has seasons been so bad."
"It's dry, all right," said young O'Neil,
With which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel
And chewed a piece of bark.
And so around the chorus ran
"It's keepin' dry, no doubt."
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out.
"The crops are done; ye'll have your work
To save one bag of grain;
From here way out to Back-o'-Bourke
They're singin' out for rain.
"They're singin' out for rain," he said,
"And all the tanks are dry."
The congregation scratched its head,
And gazed around the sky.
"There won't be grass, in any case,
Enough to feed an ass;
There's not a blade on Casey's place
As I came down to Mass."
"If rain don't come this month," said Dan,
And cleared his throat to speak--
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"If rain don't come this week."
A heavy silence seemed to steal
On all at this remark;
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed a piece of bark.
"We want a inch of rain, we do,"
O'Neil observed at last;
But Croke "maintained" we wanted two
To put the danger past.
"If we don't get three inches, man,
Or four to break this drought,
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."
In God's good time down came the rain;
And all the afternoon
On iron roof and window-pane
It drummed a homely tune.
And through the night it pattered still,
And lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window-sill
Kept talking to themselves.
It pelted, pelted all day long,
A-singing at its work,
Till every heart took up the song
Way out to Back-o'Bourke.
And every creek a banker ran,
And dams filled overtop;
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"If this rain doesn't stop."
And stop it did, in God's good time;
And spring came in to fold
A mantle o'er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold.
And days went by on dancing feet,
With harvest-hopes immense,
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat
Nid-nodding o'er the fence.
And, oh, the smiles on every face,
As happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey's place
Went riding down to Mass.
While round the church in clothes genteel
Discoursed the men of mark,
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed his piece of bark.
"There'll be bush-fires for sure, me man,
There will, without a doubt;
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."
John O'Brien
 
That's true... and I know a few people who jumped because of the super league wars.

The initial question by The King! was 'Who has had more impact on Sydney as of right now, Plugger or buddy? (punctuation added)' My question and response were asking 'are we talking about the club or the city?'. If it we are talking about the club, then Plugger, no question. However if we are talking about the city, the majority of the population wouldn't know who Plugger is/was or have any idea of the impact he had in our struggling club at that time, whereas a good percentage of them would know who Buddy is simply because AFL gets more coverage in Sydney than it ever did in the 90s and he is the player of this generation.

Please understand that in no way I am underestimating or belittling Plugger's influence or impact at the Sydney Swans, it was immense!

Add the fact that Buddy has his own brand of menswear, toiletries, scents, footy, footy game, is a major part of the new AFL game, is also linked to one of the most famous celebs in Sydney, his wife. he also crashes cars and makes the front page, no other AFL player have made the front page of every newspaper and the headline news on radio and television before in Sydney (& Brisbane by the way). When he had his illness he was front page and top story in all media. This is called 'The Buddy effect' and the Hawks know it well. By the way his fashion label & accessories that I mentioned are available internationally, so he is also known in London, Paris, New York and Tokyo.
 
You really are a Hanrahan aren't you. for those who are unaware of Hanrahan, he is the ultimate pessimist, invented by the poet John O'Brien (AKA Father Patrick Joseph Hartigan);

SAID HANRAHAN

"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
In accents most forlorn,
Outside the church, ere Mass began,
One frosty Sunday morn.
The congregation stood about,
Coat-collars to the ears,
And talked of stock, and crops, and drought,
As it had done for years.
"It's lookin' crook," said Daniel Croke;
"Bedad, it's cruke, me lad,
For never since the banks went broke
Has seasons been so bad."
"It's dry, all right," said young O'Neil,
With which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel
And chewed a piece of bark.
And so around the chorus ran
"It's keepin' dry, no doubt."
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out.
"The crops are done; ye'll have your work
To save one bag of grain;
From here way out to Back-o'-Bourke
They're singin' out for rain.
"They're singin' out for rain," he said,
"And all the tanks are dry."
The congregation scratched its head,
And gazed around the sky.
"There won't be grass, in any case,
Enough to feed an ass;
There's not a blade on Casey's place
As I came down to Mass."
"If rain don't come this month," said Dan,
And cleared his throat to speak--
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"If rain don't come this week."
A heavy silence seemed to steal
On all at this remark;
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed a piece of bark.
"We want a inch of rain, we do,"
O'Neil observed at last;
But Croke "maintained" we wanted two
To put the danger past.
"If we don't get three inches, man,
Or four to break this drought,
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."
In God's good time down came the rain;
And all the afternoon
On iron roof and window-pane
It drummed a homely tune.
And through the night it pattered still,
And lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window-sill
Kept talking to themselves.
It pelted, pelted all day long,
A-singing at its work,
Till every heart took up the song
Way out to Back-o'Bourke.
And every creek a banker ran,
And dams filled overtop;
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"If this rain doesn't stop."
And stop it did, in God's good time;
And spring came in to fold
A mantle o'er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold.
And days went by on dancing feet,
With harvest-hopes immense,
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat
Nid-nodding o'er the fence.
And, oh, the smiles on every face,
As happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey's place
Went riding down to Mass.
While round the church in clothes genteel
Discoursed the men of mark,
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed his piece of bark.
"There'll be bush-fires for sure, me man,
There will, without a doubt;
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."
John O'Brien



Not sure you can quote a whole poem in here
 
You really are a Hanrahan aren't you. for those who are unaware of Hanrahan, he is the ultimate pessimist, invented by the poet John O'Brien (AKA Father Patrick Joseph Hartigan);

SAID HANRAHAN

"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
In accents most forlorn,
Outside the church, ere Mass began,
One frosty Sunday morn.
The congregation stood about,
Coat-collars to the ears,
And talked of stock, and crops, and drought,
As it had done for years.
"It's lookin' crook," said Daniel Croke;
"Bedad, it's cruke, me lad,
For never since the banks went broke
Has seasons been so bad."
"It's dry, all right," said young O'Neil,
With which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel
And chewed a piece of bark.
And so around the chorus ran
"It's keepin' dry, no doubt."
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out.
"The crops are done; ye'll have your work
To save one bag of grain;
From here way out to Back-o'-Bourke
They're singin' out for rain.
"They're singin' out for rain," he said,
"And all the tanks are dry."
The congregation scratched its head,
And gazed around the sky.
"There won't be grass, in any case,
Enough to feed an ass;
There's not a blade on Casey's place
As I came down to Mass."
"If rain don't come this month," said Dan,
And cleared his throat to speak--
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"If rain don't come this week."
A heavy silence seemed to steal
On all at this remark;
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed a piece of bark.
"We want a inch of rain, we do,"
O'Neil observed at last;
But Croke "maintained" we wanted two
To put the danger past.
"If we don't get three inches, man,
Or four to break this drought,
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."
In God's good time down came the rain;
And all the afternoon
On iron roof and window-pane
It drummed a homely tune.
And through the night it pattered still,
And lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window-sill
Kept talking to themselves.
It pelted, pelted all day long,
A-singing at its work,
Till every heart took up the song
Way out to Back-o'Bourke.
And every creek a banker ran,
And dams filled overtop;
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"If this rain doesn't stop."
And stop it did, in God's good time;
And spring came in to fold
A mantle o'er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold.
And days went by on dancing feet,
With harvest-hopes immense,
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat
Nid-nodding o'er the fence.
And, oh, the smiles on every face,
As happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey's place
Went riding down to Mass.
While round the church in clothes genteel
Discoursed the men of mark,
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed his piece of bark.
"There'll be bush-fires for sure, me man,
There will, without a doubt;
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."
John O'Brien
Gee wiz

Back to training to tell us Reid is firing and will be AA floater
 
Gee wiz

Back to training to tell us Reid is firing and will be AA floater


Reids career has been a flop this far given his potential


But but he kicked a goal in 2012
 
My whole family converted from League to the Swans in the 90s. Plugger and our success in the mid to late 90s co-inciding with the Super League Wars was a massive jump start to the Swans and AFL in this city.
Same thing happened to us. Plugger was a huge part of us migrating over. He WAS the Swans, or so it seems now when I think back all those years ago.
 
Speaking of hair and Mills, anyone willing to take a punt on how soon the kid's gunna be bald? He has got a receding hair line already, at 20, much like Judd did. I'll give him 3 more seasons before he goes the full shave.

I was about the same at 20 took until 40 to get to a pretty poor looking head of hair but now I comb over and use Toppik and that is in no way ridiculous and is completely awesome. My pillowcase however is a bit black from all the cover up. If he cuts it a bit shorter he will be fine for his career IMO
 

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