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In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team


The end of winter is always a sad time for those of us who follow poorly performing football teams. I am not a huge fan of Mr Jean-Paul Sartre, the man responsible for the above quote, but fans of the Essendon Football Club can only but agree. So, Henry and I bade farewell to the Bombers, and paid homage to another wasted season by visiting the Henry Fitzgerald McCracken Football and Cricket Arena over the road. Ezra did not accompany us, as he needed a lie down after all of the eating, sleeping and globetrotting he has been doing of late. Henry and I did manage to expand on out plans for the Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Grandstand and Indoor Aquatic Centre that we are lobbying our local member to help fund.

Our vision is to eventually to put Geilston Bay into the position to host the Commonwealth Games, or, failing that, the Gay Games. It very much be the ticket to put our neck of the woods on the map!


While meandering around the oval, I did manage to prod Henry in the direction of a decent Father’s Day present for Sunday. I figure that with two kiddies now, I should get double the presents. I am thinking about a flash camera, a trip to Pilisvörösvár, or a whizz bang new computer. To be honest though, I will be happy with anything more than another kick in the head.

Maybe Ezra will have some ideas…
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pusa said…
happy fathers day and what a very cute photo with your son standing in the field :)
5 September 2008 at 15:44
Anonymous said…
Happy Fathers' Day (ours is in June, though when I read your post I did have a quick "OMG I forgot!" moment before I remembered I don't live Down Under).

I too support a less glamorous team (Stenhousemuir - they're from the east of Scotland somewhere) - the Old Firm (Rangers/Celtic) are equally unappealing, and as they keep winning everything between them it's just a bit dull. The Warriors (Stenny) though are a great side - they're currently top of Division 3 (the lowest division in the Scottish leagues) so it's all very exciting, and I recently discovered that every year Stenny Reserves play a team of comedians from the Edinburgh Festival Fringe - that's my kind of team :)
6 September 2008 at 17:45
Kris McCracken said…
It was a pretty good Father's Day really.

Jackie, the Bombers are actually a glamour team of the AFL, we do have measures to 'keep it even' though, with a draft and salary cap that make it hard to stay on top the way that Celtic and Rangers do. As a Hearts fan, I am waiting for the day that the Old Firm collapse into a heap!
9 September 2008 at 08:29
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