Ahhhhh, Aussie Rules, the game that supports us all, the game that turns mere mortals into gods, the game that helps guys that look like this, get along OK with a chick that looks like that. It seems our learned friend in NRL land has seen fit to rekindle an age old rivalry, a battle of wit (there's only one wit on this blog dear reader), a tourney for the ages. As I sharpen the QWERTY jousting stick and don the armour of dribble, I say "Yay, for those who live above the Murray and East of the Divide, they yet have never known the joy of 4 uprights on the oval, they do not sense the vacuum of skill produced on a rectangular "oval" (work that out) and they have not experienced the joy of running with the ball." Let them learn, we shall convert!" I say, bring it on my friend, and as we move through the winter of 2014 we shall see who flourishes in the heat of battle, the sauna of silly sentences, and the pressure cooker of conversation. Siren. Bounce. Play on!!!!!
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