OPEN training...29/8/14

WINNERS are grinners...

lady army members get a moment with the captain...

winners are grinners folks. can't you tell by my post match snap with the captain boaky capturing none other than an interstate lady army member all the way from lord howe island? awesome, super awesome and yes a bonus i won the 6 pack in the tipping round too. HIP HIP HOORAY!!!

     well viewers last friday was the day, despite coming down with a terrible sore throat and dripping nose i felt incredibly optimistic. the weather gods were out in full force and as i went about my business i just knew the conditions were perfect for the POWER and i was spot on. i tipped them by 37 expecting a reasonable win (considering carlton had being playing pretty good footy of late) and a return to form but what they did was phenomenal. as i sat there revising my winning margin i bumped it up to 70.  but hold on feralina number two sitting beside me took it one step further and went for the big 100 and she was pretty much bang on. YEAH! WOOP WOOP cheering all around and a glimmer that not all was lost for fourth spot.

    to say the crowd was electric was an understatement. 52,5005 record number, well done to all of you who turned up. the atmosphere was purely awesome and OMG how many times will i use awesome in this post? hee, hee...time to get out the thesaurus. but it was AWESOME and even more awesome to see eveyone with their scarves singing never tear us apart...perfect song choice which puts it in a nutshell folks. i cheered, i screamed, i yelled and still with sore throat and blocked nose was still pretty much at the front gate when it came to loudness. watching the boys destroy carlton was poetry in motion. as a friend of mine noted and he should know having played football under malcolm blight...his words were...wait for the weather to dry up...and he was right. catch them if you can opposition and srum te bilo to the burgo doubters. yes i would imagine burgo will be smiling quietly and thinking wait till the finals for the power surge you big, stinky doubters!!!
     watching the match was watching the beginning of the season form return. carlton were spent and barely made a contest of it. and the whole time all i could think about was one word...PERCENTAGE! yes PERCENTAGE viewers coz i knew with a huge boost we could be back in the drivers seat, well we were if only temporarily. and so now the next round is gonna be huge. the battle lines have been drawn. son number two has completed his defection and is assaulting me with his patterson stadium statistics. i am a little worried because if it does not go according to his plan i am gonna have one very sad boy on my hands. but we will cross that bridge when we get to it. for the time being i have the bachelor to distract me, hee, hee...well not him but the ridiculous behaviour of the women. what on earth has dating and falling in love come to? what happened to the good old  days when you just got blind and threw your inhibitions to the wind (thanks to the powers of alcohol). can't imagine any of these gals tripping over their heels on national tv  (although with the amount of champagne they ply them with, i was kind of expecting at least one of them to fall into a pool or something) i told you this blog was cast among other things! so until saturday, may you find the bachelor as mindless and hysterical as myself, well not moi but the show of course.
lots of laughter to yoooooooooo....love FFFandF XXX.

legendary moment...

hey viewers a bit of a late entry but we managed to do ,"the dom is good," a few classic moments but upon reflection i know i will come back funnier, better and bigger for next year. looking at the top eight my fave is karate kid, thought sirengate was clever and i am already planning my assault on the comp for next year. i get the drift, hee,hee...lets just say there is a story brewing. so here isa snap for a bit of a laugh, well done slave labour!!!

a mothers confession and some footy anlaysis among other things...

i have a confession to make viewers when it comes to the footy i am afraid mothers love doesn't count!!! OMG did i just say that? will i be arrested shortly? hang on let me unplug the doorbell chimer.

seriously folks i have done the best that i can. i thought i had a 50 percent success rate but nope my youngest has definitely crossed to the other side but i knew that was coming. deep in my heart i finally accept my failure but deep in my heart i was so hoping that freo would lose yesterday. yes lose so that perhaps we would regain fourth spot. son number two told me to tip freo, he boasted of his optimism, informed me of the past game match stats at pattinson stadium as i smiled and said good for you . (but secretly i was hoping for a huge defeat so that their percentage would plummet) but then again if that happened i would be consoling an unconsolable child, pretending that everything was going to be ok when in reality i would have been jumping for joy on the inside. they say a mother will do anything for their children. mm, perhaps that is generally true but when it comes to the footy i will admit that my team comes before son number two's allegiance to freo and them winning a flag. am i that heartless? i have to tell the truth and say yes...ok now that i have got that off my chest i feel so much better and  we can now talk footy. oh PS unless of course port aren't in the GF and then of course i would be happy for freo to win the flag, hee,hee.

     so let me refresh myself as yes i have been the one on a bit of a writing slide, apologies for my slackness but the bachelor has started back up on tv and has distracted me. even though i promised myself i would not watch it, sadly i succcumbed and was sucked into the vortex of this mindless and humiliating show. i am just waiting for an ex footy player who has done his dash to be the next batchie.  (power guys show some class and bypass this if you are ever approached by the producers of this show) seriously it is soooo bad that it is soooo good. apart from the footy nothing can drag me away from this mindless entertainment and esacpe from reality into the reality that i am glad my reality is not like their reality. but seriously i am too old for that shit and now let me waste not one more word except to say... this weeks episodes are going to be doozies coz intruder ladies are coming in! can you believe that? what a stroke of genius and talk about setting the cat amongst the pigeons. i cannot wait to see how amber reacts. ( i am expecting blood and guts viewers) OMG bring on wednesday now!!! OK time to calm down now and think football.

     i genuinely thought we were in with a chance to beat sydney. perhaps some thought our powerslide would continue into the deep, dark mire of lost opportunities but hey folks how about we take a reality check. did you seriously think think the power were going to win the flag this year? or should i say did you expect them too? my answer to those two questions are no and no. not improbable because stranger things have happened but personally i feel they are not quite there yet. playing their best footy yes. if trengove and carlise had been injury free perhaps we would have secured a top four spot but let us wait and see. all i will say is that the power had some of that magic mojo back and if they had kicked straight the result could have been different. franklin was held and sydney are not invincible. i do not want sydney to win the flag and am debating whether to put them on the list of teams i despise. with that million dollar plus forward line they should be smashing it but they aint. hombsch was simply outstanding. there were a couple of pathetic frees which did not cost us the game but well what is the point complaining now? i said my piece on triple m, lol.

      predcitions of torrential rain for round 21 sent supporters into a tail spin and only added to the media myth that port would not handle the wet conditions. well i decided to ignore that and pretty much ignored the first quarter. i decided to turn to barry to blast off a few fat cells and get my city to bay back on track. i cleaned, washed dishes while listening to the radio and running into the lounge. i nicked down to coles to buy a few things. i just found it almost unberable not because i didn't have faith but it was such a hard slog with low scores. we did control the game and smashed the inside 50's but we were not getting paid much dividends for the effort. however, i put that down to conditions. when the final siren went it was a relief to have the four points and a possible step back into the four but thanks to freo playing exceptionally well it was not meant to be.

     so here we are folks coming up to the last home game for the season. where did that time go? i have absolutely loved it. as far as i am concerned it has been a very interesting season with a nice dose of unpredictability thrown in. and as i type the final eight has yet to be set. will the crows hang on? will brisbane perform a miracle and beat freo? will we finish at the portress on a high? those questions and who wins the bachelors heart remain to be answered. stay tuned folks and until then bring your best frizzura to the footy! just make sure it doesn't get in the way of someone elses view. to round 22!!! 

love FFFand F XXX

the break... time to refresh

a week gone and my how things change. the ladder has been reconfigured and for the first time...can i say it? that other team is in there and of course it has caused quite a hoo ha, the paper, talkback radio and mmm, i think i shall hold my tongue. with the season coming towards the end i am prepared to wait and see how the final rungs of the ladder pan out...
     for the first time in a long time folks i returned to the hallowed ground, yes alberton oval where once upon a time i stood and cheered in my black duffel coat with russell ebert's number on the back. it was quite the fashion then. my sister, cynthia and i went to the game together and met up with a few lady army members to get back to what it was like in the old days. one thing is for sure if it hadn't been the crows i suspect the crowd would have been halved if not more at least. great to watch it close up and doubly great to admire the prison bar guernsey. 
     in the end  it was a convincing victory and in the end i wondered why butcher held the football so low when kicking for goal. andrew moore had a great game and i suspect he will most likely get a call up next week. grass roots footy folks without all the glitz, hype and drama. i enjoyed watching it and seeing some of the young guys who still have a few preseasons to master before they make it to the AFL team.