OUT OF BOUNDS #3 - 300 000 People Can’t be Wrong…
What are they on about? It’s too bloody hot for footy. But there’s already people havin’ kick to kick in the park, and Melbourne turned all grey and southerly last Saturday just to cheer everyone up.
Maybe that’s where the 300 000 people have gone that aren’t watching telly. That’s right! You heard it here first; unless you read the papers, listen to the radio, surf the Internet or watch TV. They’ve discovered that there’s a third of a million people less than they thought glued to the box. The ratings people found out that actually no one has been watching ‘Who Wants To Be A Millionaire’ at all, which is what we’ve suspected all along back here at the lab.
This must be reassuring news for those Worshippers of Baal who firmly believe that telly is the saviour of the game, despite evidence that all the idiot box has done is bugger it up.
Let us not forget that it was television that introduced the ‘exploding ball’ into the game.
Personally I’m all for the exploding ball, I think it adds a bit of spice to the game. And as anyone who has seen ‘Gallipoli’ knows, footy and war make fine bedfellows.
Three Hundred Thousand! We didn’t lose that many at Pozieres. Where are they all? They can’t have all slipped down the back of the couch?
Maybe they’re out having a bit of kick to kick.
God knows they’re not at the CASA Cup games.
In Canberra they got four figures in a town where the alternative entertainments on a weekend are heroin, wife beating and leaving town for good.
I once jumped into a cab in Canberra and asked the driver to take me somewhere exciting. Whereupon he proceeded to drive to Sydney.
Canberra is about as much fun as a broken leg.
I went to the footy there a few times, at the old Football Park complex in Woden. Saw the VFA thump the ACT, and Essendon knock over South. Terry Daniher coached Wagga Tigers against Tuggeranong in the curtain raiser. Great quarter time speech: ‘Well, we’re short of puff fellas, and the Umpires are letting it go, so I reckon we get stuck into them.’ Sage advice, from a bloke in his forties who kept Wagga in the game by kicking a clutch of goals.
Can’t be any worse a coach than his brother, but more on that later.
Friday night saw two of the emerging powerhouse’s of the game, but even in defeating South I get the feeling that Port may have peaked too early.
Geelong restored pride in themselves, their town, and getting pissed at the footy by knocking over the Essendon Oranges. I think it’s this new support from Australia’s Citrus Industry that is the source of their woes. Everyone knows the Australian Citrus Industry is up the spout. Essendon could end up being football’s equivalent of imported Brazilian concentrate. They’ve got more injuries than the casualty ward at Saint Vincent’s on a long weekend.
Carlton went to sleep against Adelaide, but hung on to celebrate by going to The Rising Sun in Lygon Street afterwards to get pissed and watch Fred Negro’s Shonkytonk, where a grouse time was had by all - even the sausages on the barbie had a good time. Saint Kilda had to endure the double blow of going to Canberra AND getting beaten, this time by the Kings Cross Kangaroos.
The Pies got home in a thriller on Saturday night, while the Fitzroy Bears lost to the surprise packet, Footscray.
Melbourne stumbled on Sunday amidst certain jibes from the Richmond contingent about the Dee’s dropping the Grand Final. Every week is a grand final for Richmond. Every week, except Grand Final Week.
The way Melbourne fell for the sucker punch must be a concern for Daniher, N. they didn’t look much chop at all.
While way out west where the rain don’t fall Hawthorn got pumped by a confident Painters and Dockers outfit.
Uri Geller has told me that this Friday will see Saint Kilda get pissed during happy hour with West Coast shouting at the Source Of All Our Misery.
Adelaide will return home in style against Footscray. The occasion will prove too much for the resurgent Pivotonians, while the ‘Woods will upset the Kangas, later on in the bill.
The Essendon Oranges will take their revenge on South in the wide open spaces of Canberra, unless they get stuck on a roundabout. While the Fitzroy Bears will do Carlton at Brunswick Street North.
On the Sunday Melbourne bounce back against Hawthorn at The Source Of All Our Misery, while the Painters and Dockers will surprise the Coburg-Richmond Tigers at Pretty Park.
The entire crowd, players and supporters, will be down at the Rising Sun Hotel in Lygon Street, Carlton afterwards to see Lagermorph, the best band in the northern suburbs. Band starts at 6pm.
Despite your hopes, I haven’t forgotten the Fitzroy Reds tipping comp, I just haven’t dug up the URL yet. I’ve had things to do, places to be, people to meet…
Phil Doyle - going hard into the pack.
If you would like to receive the very irregular and factually unreliable Out Of Bounds directly via email then send a message to phildoyle33@hotmail.com. Out Of bounds can also be seen at the wonderful http://www.afltips.com/2001/ website.
All of this is copyright Phil Doyle 2001, for whatever that's worth. Any resemblance to persons living or dead I consider a compliment.
What are they on about? It’s too bloody hot for footy. But there’s already people havin’ kick to kick in the park, and Melbourne turned all grey and southerly last Saturday just to cheer everyone up.
Maybe that’s where the 300 000 people have gone that aren’t watching telly. That’s right! You heard it here first; unless you read the papers, listen to the radio, surf the Internet or watch TV. They’ve discovered that there’s a third of a million people less than they thought glued to the box. The ratings people found out that actually no one has been watching ‘Who Wants To Be A Millionaire’ at all, which is what we’ve suspected all along back here at the lab.
This must be reassuring news for those Worshippers of Baal who firmly believe that telly is the saviour of the game, despite evidence that all the idiot box has done is bugger it up.
Let us not forget that it was television that introduced the ‘exploding ball’ into the game.
Personally I’m all for the exploding ball, I think it adds a bit of spice to the game. And as anyone who has seen ‘Gallipoli’ knows, footy and war make fine bedfellows.
Three Hundred Thousand! We didn’t lose that many at Pozieres. Where are they all? They can’t have all slipped down the back of the couch?
Maybe they’re out having a bit of kick to kick.
God knows they’re not at the CASA Cup games.
In Canberra they got four figures in a town where the alternative entertainments on a weekend are heroin, wife beating and leaving town for good.
I once jumped into a cab in Canberra and asked the driver to take me somewhere exciting. Whereupon he proceeded to drive to Sydney.
Canberra is about as much fun as a broken leg.
I went to the footy there a few times, at the old Football Park complex in Woden. Saw the VFA thump the ACT, and Essendon knock over South. Terry Daniher coached Wagga Tigers against Tuggeranong in the curtain raiser. Great quarter time speech: ‘Well, we’re short of puff fellas, and the Umpires are letting it go, so I reckon we get stuck into them.’ Sage advice, from a bloke in his forties who kept Wagga in the game by kicking a clutch of goals.
Can’t be any worse a coach than his brother, but more on that later.
Friday night saw two of the emerging powerhouse’s of the game, but even in defeating South I get the feeling that Port may have peaked too early.
Geelong restored pride in themselves, their town, and getting pissed at the footy by knocking over the Essendon Oranges. I think it’s this new support from Australia’s Citrus Industry that is the source of their woes. Everyone knows the Australian Citrus Industry is up the spout. Essendon could end up being football’s equivalent of imported Brazilian concentrate. They’ve got more injuries than the casualty ward at Saint Vincent’s on a long weekend.
Carlton went to sleep against Adelaide, but hung on to celebrate by going to The Rising Sun in Lygon Street afterwards to get pissed and watch Fred Negro’s Shonkytonk, where a grouse time was had by all - even the sausages on the barbie had a good time. Saint Kilda had to endure the double blow of going to Canberra AND getting beaten, this time by the Kings Cross Kangaroos.
The Pies got home in a thriller on Saturday night, while the Fitzroy Bears lost to the surprise packet, Footscray.
Melbourne stumbled on Sunday amidst certain jibes from the Richmond contingent about the Dee’s dropping the Grand Final. Every week is a grand final for Richmond. Every week, except Grand Final Week.
The way Melbourne fell for the sucker punch must be a concern for Daniher, N. they didn’t look much chop at all.
While way out west where the rain don’t fall Hawthorn got pumped by a confident Painters and Dockers outfit.
Uri Geller has told me that this Friday will see Saint Kilda get pissed during happy hour with West Coast shouting at the Source Of All Our Misery.
Adelaide will return home in style against Footscray. The occasion will prove too much for the resurgent Pivotonians, while the ‘Woods will upset the Kangas, later on in the bill.
The Essendon Oranges will take their revenge on South in the wide open spaces of Canberra, unless they get stuck on a roundabout. While the Fitzroy Bears will do Carlton at Brunswick Street North.
On the Sunday Melbourne bounce back against Hawthorn at The Source Of All Our Misery, while the Painters and Dockers will surprise the Coburg-Richmond Tigers at Pretty Park.
The entire crowd, players and supporters, will be down at the Rising Sun Hotel in Lygon Street, Carlton afterwards to see Lagermorph, the best band in the northern suburbs. Band starts at 6pm.
Despite your hopes, I haven’t forgotten the Fitzroy Reds tipping comp, I just haven’t dug up the URL yet. I’ve had things to do, places to be, people to meet…
Phil Doyle - going hard into the pack.
If you would like to receive the very irregular and factually unreliable Out Of Bounds directly via email then send a message to phildoyle33@hotmail.com. Out Of bounds can also be seen at the wonderful http://www.afltips.com/2001/ website.
All of this is copyright Phil Doyle 2001, for whatever that's worth. Any resemblance to persons living or dead I consider a compliment.
