Seven rounds in and we can see what shape the AFL ladder's taking. The Final 8 is already decided, no-one else is going anywhere. Some big ins, some bigger outs.
The Brownlow is now down to 4 players. Danger, Viney and 2 others I've forgotten.
Fyfe's gone, Swan's sung his swan song, Little Gary's a little dead and buried. There are still some of those frizzy bad-hair-day guys from the West everyone gets mixed-up... I dunno who they are Priddis, Mayne, Ted Bundy and some others.
Pretty much it's all about who's gun forward is the gunniest. Buddy... seems he can still play, even though he's looking a little chubby-chopped yeah? I guess his wallet's been in a pretty good paddock. Then there's that guy from the West with the beard who goes out and kicks 13 goals every eighth week. There are 2 guys with the same name, the Lynch mob, one of whom is the shiznit. There's the highest paid teenager in Footscray, who barely gets a game, but goes OK. There's that guy from St Kilda, who reminds me a bit of that other guy from St Kilda from a couple of decades ago. The one who liked the 'dogs and pies. And then there's the $15m man.
Just rambling now. Here's this:
Bob Brookmeyer's bobbed up, cream floats. Where'd he/she come from?
Bern's a bit pissed at that low-life Roo. The one with the stop-watch and the goal at the end of the day. Reckons he cost him the $140 jackpot. But then he kicked the goal anyway and cost him $140 by even more. Which is a bit confusing really.
Our ladder's a bit more shapely too, starting to get a bit of a taper happening after about 6 weeks of pretty-much total verticality.
About half the top half of the table are previous winners (6 of the top 11? 8 of the top 16?). I'm predicting we'll get either a former winner take it out again, or if not, a first time winner pinch it.
Rambling over. And out.
