I’m exhausted. Saturday was a day like no other. I had things to do but I didn’t quite know how or when to do them.
The last time I visited the Moorabbin Oval at Linton Street, it was a chilly, desolate spot. It was winter, and a heavy mist enveloped the ground.
Buddy, I’m no footy expert, but I think you did your self in on Friday night. I watched you on the TV from the comfort of my loungeroom.
As a sideline, fence hugging, chatting with friends, sometimes inattentive, latte sipping junior football parent, I like to muse from time to time on the various aspects that infuse the world of kids sport and it’s role in our society. Here are this weeks thoughts….
Yesterday it was my eight year olds last Home and Away game for this, his first season of Under 9 junior footy.
Yes, another weekend of footy, back to back. Friday night TV footy; Saturday Morning School footy; Saturday Arvo Local footy; Saturday Night TV footy; Sunday Morning Under 9’s footy; And Sunday Arvo Radio footy. That’s our footy faith. Experimenting with an ink brush pen.