You could rattle off a great deal of dire things about how it all played out for Nick Davis – how he fired off a cheap shot publicly to his coach Paul Roos by insinuating the only reason he was dropped was to teach him a lesson for the team losing the week before. It still rubs me the wrong way, that these are the things we vividly recollect when thinking about a free-spirited guy like Nick Davis. Continue reading
Pre-season football can become this endless stream of football thoughts and feelings. Darren Murphy and Justin Robertson decided to email each other about these football thoughts and feelings. Here’s Letters From Pre-Season Vol.1. Continue reading
The best part of being a journalist is meeting alluring people. In the past 10 years I’ve spoken to a spectrum of curious voices, some you’ve heard of and others you haven’t, but it doesn’t make any those people any less important or engaging to me. These encounters have been richly rewarding as I have been able to learn new things, understand processes and have topics explained in a deeper way that I wouldn’t otherwise have known. Continue reading
When you hear the names John Coleman, Ron Barassi, Roy Cazaly and Tony Lockett, you automatically think of the legends of AFL. Some of the best the game has ever known. But, what about everyone else, the many others that ran onto the glorious M.C.G and were great and important in their own right? Then there are the players who were good enough to reach the lofty heights of becoming an AFL player, but for some reason couldn’t put their best foot forward resulting in lackluster careers. Continue reading
When I was in my early teens, our family used to buy The Age and Herald Sun on the weekend. Two newspapers meant a balanced opinion, sure, but to me, it meant two different sets of sports pages. It was heaven, really. I feasted on two football sections searching for answers to Essendon’s losses, glossing over their triumphs and statistics and reliving games of football through words. I would be sprawled across our living room floor and read – sometimes re-read – both newspapers front to back or until Dad or Mum wanted them back. This was a ritual that happened every weekend during football season.