Anyone who read the electric newspapers or stumbled onto Fox Footy on Monday (any hour, any show) could be excused for thinking the Demons not only have their name already scratched into this year's Premiership Cup, but are also the best team that has ever played the game.
Overblown and confusing? Absolutely. Last week they soundly beat a team of witches hats and hadn’t done enough to convince people they’d make the finals. This week they beat another team of ‘better’ witches hats and they’re the second coming. Total exaggeration of course but there are some nice stats here and there.
True, if you watch replays of either game (and I’ve watched each about 17 times) they're basically 120 minute Demons highlight reels, but on about the eighth viewing my eyes drifted from the action to the inaction. The ‘opposition’.
Everyone knows the Crows are down on personnel, which is why last week’s game means kinda nothing, but the personnel who were present were half-arsed, half-paced or half-baked by the Alice sun. Really, it was enough to leave a coach speechless. Here's proof:
Everyone knows the Crows are down on personnel, which is why last week’s game means kinda nothing, but the personnel who were present were half-arsed, half-paced or half-baked by the Alice sun. Really, it was enough to leave a coach speechless. Here's proof:
Thankfully by Wednesday evening, the drinks had worn off, the erections subsided and a little more common sense seemed to be settling on the wordy wise. Gravity back in place, the season can now roll-on, back on track ‘til the Dees either meet a ‘real’ team, or more likely, get badly beaten by one who isn’t. Cue the Dogs this week.
Anyway, there’s a train going somewhere. I’m not sure where, and like most trains I catch it’ll be late or re-routed somewhere else, but climb on board if you’ve got nothing better to do. I'm sure one of the newly converted media experts will give you their seat, they'll be getting off soon.
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