Round 1

Round one: done, dusted, dead, buried, cremated. Never to be resurrected. There was plenty to catch the eye.

A couple of wooden spoon aspirants sitting momentarily in the eight. Current premiers looking totally unbeatable, by anyone, anywhere, ever again. Swans playing like drunken clowns for 3 quarters, but still getting the points against the unenhanced Dons. Tex proving he's way more than the bogan most of us thought. Port and Freo far from the shit-siblings they once were.

And the tigers have found a bloke with a name that's not even a name making a name for himself, and that name be... Kamdyn.

Blues shit, Eagles shit, Roos even shitter. Everyone else average at best so far.

Meanwhile, over at the Drunkyard, there's a new kid in school who's gone straight to the head of the class. TaraDee, welcome to the wonderful world of PunchDrunk.

Hope to see a heap of you tomorrow (thursday) night at the Union Club. 7ish.