Round 4

Catfish Coxy jumped to the top of the table this week, but jumped on a plane to Italy today having tipped the next 5 rounds in advance, so he may not still be there when he gets back...

Lloydy's picked up where he's been for pretty much the past 4 or 5 years, at or near the top. Undefeated after 3 rounds.

Round 3

 All pictures no words this week.

Trobby's till tipping at this stage and he's leading. My tip is he'll stop sometime.

 

In fantasy land it's Brenna, Lloydy and Ando showing the pros, and the rest of us, how to do it. Had some close outings last week, this week we got a draw between Rob's Gitanos and Nick Maxwell's MMs.

Round 2

 Worst round of footy ever last weekend. Next please.

We had a cosy little catch-up at the Drink last thursday, 7 or so Drunks indulging in the warm glow of each others company.

More Drink pics here

Here's how we shuffled the deck-chairs this week:

League of Drunks has kicked off. We couldn't quite fill all the places with PunchDrunk family so there are some strangers here, as well as, I think, one other invitee.

Looking down the list there were a couple of extrememly close results but not a lot of score glory yet.

Looks like we're being led by Kieren Jack, with Nick Maxwell sitting at 8. Traders and Paul M? NFI.

PunchDrink 1

This is on tomorrow night, or maybe tonight, depending on when you're looking at this. See you there.

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.

Intro

As the most drawn-out pre-season in collective memory tests the boundaries of human endurance, the question is are you winding up, or winding down?

My body clock is telling me the Dees should have lost 4 games by now and the season is done and dusted already. Muscle memory of a well-worn, ligament-ruptured brain.

The fact is, of course, it all begins in 6 days from now, with Round 1 drip-fed to us over the ensuing 5 days, in case your ticker can't hack a mainline hit of 9 matches in one weekend.

So many questions, where to begin? Shit, I don't even know if Essadon are allowed to play. My mind has just shut down over that one. I can't even start to do justice to that exercise in starting to justice.
Each season I make a promise (to myself, at least) that I won't drag you all through my personal curse, and so won't delve into the red and blue, yet, but on more neutral ground: Will Carlton win a game? Will the puppy Dogs surpass the old, disloyal, lost Dogs, or will they finish the season with tails between legs? Will Brad Scott stop griping and smile this year? Just once? Will the Tiges defy gravity once again and float into 8th spot?

So welcome one and all to PD#27. This year it's all about the footy, and all about you. I'm tired of the sound of my own shrill carping, please add your own voices to the conversation. One of the main reasons for starting this blog thing a few years back was to give any of you who wanted it a soap-box, a speech bubble. Access to the keys of the PunchDrunk company car. Sure, it's a P76, but it is ORANGE! So now's your chance. I can't remember off the top of my head where the keys are stashed, but I'll find them, in the interim send me anything, it will run right here. My increasingly diminished ability to hit PD (as well as other-worldy) targets and deadlines mean some fancy online extras will become ex-extras. The Head is dead, GrandsunBall buried. The wobbly ladder... Who knows?

More important, of course, than a life lived online is a life lived in the pub. We have that covered this year with 4 gazetted PunchDrinks on the calendar, the first in a matter of days, April 9.

So take a moment to study whatever form you reckon fits, to ensure your log-ins log in and settle in for a long and totally fulfilling season filled full of fullness.