A week of footy that swung from the sublime to the sublimely ridiculous. Clearly my remaining brain cells are struggling to keep in touch with the heady mix of slaughter, surprise and burglary.
Brenna and Sammy both went Crows, but both underestimated the Giant soft-belly. Sammy underestimated less, so he heads straight to the Prelim. Brenna gets to go again this week.
Garth and Bob (Cath) were unanimous in selecting Swans over Dons. Garth's loyalty to the red and the black has cost him. He's GONE for the year.
Neither Ian nor Phil had any idea the Tiges would do what they did. They weren't Robinson Crusoe there, though no doubt Brenna coulda told them.
In a lovely domestic twist the happily married Ian and Bob (Vote YES) get to tussle out this week's game leaving only one man standing in their household.
And Tassy and Lee were also swept up in the universal ignorance around the Power v Eagles game. Tassy bit the dust harder than Lee. Go home Tassy.
I kinda stuffed up a little last week with this little diagram of what to do with the rest of your life.
All fixed now, until next week at least.
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