A six goal drubbing. Smashed on every statistic. We just didn’t try.
Category: cr@ppy poetry
AFL: Round 18
A ten kick pasting over scandal-plagued bombers. Not the team they were.
Our New Second Verse
Beneath our radiant Southern Cross We’ll toil with hearts and hands; To make this Commonwealth of ours Renowned of all the lands; For those who’ve come across the seas We’ll tow you back to there…
AFL: Round 17
The Dogs, while low on the ladder, are trying hard. We win by three goals.
AFL: Round 16
What could distract from an eight kick win over Port? Chris & Jess Groszek.
AFL: Round 15
At the MCG, only one win since ’02. Bring on September!
AFL: Round 14
Up at every break: three goals, four goals, nine goals, ten. What is left to say?
AFL: Round 13
A funny contest. Their club is underrated but we still beat them.
AFL: Round 12
Hawthorn didn’t fight until quarter number three. Friendly umpires helped.
AFL: Round 10
Our first of two byes against Melbourne’s easy-beats. Genuinely sad.