Red Time
I was chopping up chicken when I felt an urge to cut my hand off. I didn't want to. I wouldn't. I wasn't going to. It was my own mind playing tricks on me again. I'd missed a couple of days of
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The Calm Amid The Chaos
It is a truth universally acknowledged that over-analysing round 1 is mostly pointless. That must go double for whatever Round 0 is. However, the early period of any season is ripe for sweeping statements and hyperbole. So let's allow ourselves one or two paragraphs. The Pies can scrap
Football To Believe In
Two very different things happened in my football life today. I made a reel for social media for the first time. Like I'm a twenty-something influencer, fresh off the plane in Dubai, ready to sell some form of training/powder/snake oil. My work was less polished, less
Simulation Season
Today, my bare feet were too sensitive to kick the footy back to my son. The grass was a brilliant green after recent rains, and it felt lush and forgiving under my arthritis-riddled foot. I used to be a great 'player'. Not footy as such, but whatever I
Anatomy Of A New Season
There's an app that I use for 7 months a year. It's red, and lives exactly where my thumb lands when I unlock my screen. From March to September, I instinctively open it every single time I use my phone. It's ritual. Unlock phone,
Four Bounces
Spring had well and truly hit Melbourne in September of 2002. It was warm, and spirits were as high as the pollen count. There was one particular day that month I remember better than the other twenty-nine. And it wasn't the last Saturday. Late in the afternoon on
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