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This is the three hundredth post to the blog known as ‘This will hurt me...’, and what a post it will be!

Actually, it is a quick link to promote The Swinging Arm, Australia's leading antidisestablishmentarianist rugby league periodical, which also happens to be the official journal of the Rugby League Institute of Technology.

Now, I have to admit that I am not a huge fan of ‘the game played in hell’™. However, I am a big fan of anything associated with the fine work of the boy from Broken Hill, the sin-city residing former Reverend turned roving rugby reporter Barry "Scoop" Freelove. Anyone with any doubt as to Barry’s passion and eloquence on the beautiful game need look no further than his communiqué this week, titled Rugby League's Greatest Shame.
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Anonymous said…
"The game played in Hell?" Are you casting nasturtiums on Rugby League-obsessed Barrow? May the ghost of haunt you till your dying day!
9 April 2008 at 18:33
Anonymous said…
Meh! That should have said

May the ghost of haunt you till your dying day!
9 April 2008 at 18:35
Anonymous said…
Oh, I give up! I think the ghost of Willie Horne is haunting me!
9 April 2008 at 18:36
Kris McCracken said…
Willie Horne? Chook Raper? What is it with these rugby legends and their fnarr fnarr names?

The Swinging Arm will have to do a feature.
9 April 2008 at 22:03
Barry Freelove said…
Thanks for your generous words Kris.

I reckon rugby league's unique status is not just due to its unmatched skill, tactical subtlety and its sensitive, well-adjusted practitioners. There's also been some great names. Well worth a feature.
12 April 2008 at 03:01
Kris McCracken said…
Do you have a favourite name of a player Snooker? I find it hard to go past "Chook Raper", but my knowledge of the game's rich history is no match for your learned mind.
18 April 2008 at 20:28
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