My locker room confession
I call bullshit. I refer to Donald Trump's defence, after his unwitting confession to committing sexual assault aired. You know the confession I mean.
I call bullshit. I refer to Donald Trump's defence, after his unwitting confession to committing sexual assault aired. You know the confession I mean.
Yes, yes, yes ... we all know that sport can be a wondrous lover, keeping you warm on cold nights, thrilling you to the very cockles of your soul, and romancing you on lazy summer days.
Sadly, by the by, on Thursday evening, just after the news on James Hird's hospitalisation after a suspected drug overdose, I came across this from 2007.
When I met Tomic the Tank Engine
The news broke Monday morning. The former Newcastle Knights player Alex McKinnon, who has been left in a wheelchair for life because of an illegal tackle on him in 2014 – in a match against the Storm – has reportedly launched legal proceedings against the NRL and the player, Jordan McLean, who was tackler.
Minefield, anyone?
Bring it in tight you fat bastards.
This is the last bastion of the cultural cringe.
This was the year of thunder and wonder, the year of the fairytale for all those teams more associated with chunder and blunder. Which leaves us hoping for what in 2017?
Told yers! I refer to the comments by the famous rugby league coach Chris Anderson this week: "Our biggest danger is rugby union ... It's a big world sport. It's taken over Europe. Rugby league has died in Europe. All good players now go to union; in England, in France. So it's a big game. It's growing in America. That's our danger. If we don't get our house in order, our danger is we'll be playing rugby union in 10 years."
Bring it in tight, you bastards and listen.
TFF has long maintained that in terms of wasted tennis talent, the only one who approaches Kyrgios was Mark Philippoussis who had the complete game, but, after bursting onto the tour in the mid-1990s, never quite got there, because his work ethic never matched his colossal talent.
I think of Justice Marcus Einfeld every time I drive past a particular speed camera on the back road to the Spit Bridge.
No. And again I say NO. Wild tickles couldn't make Greg Norman tell of just how instrumental he was in putting Malcolm Turnbull in touch with Donald Trump after the latter's election victory – and it is not even fair to ask my client that question.
The Australian cricket team did what?
The question is being posed with a little more force in the wake of the team losing the last four Test matches in a row.
Is it any of the NRL's business if Ben Barba takes cocaine?
"The TV business," Hunter S Thompson once famously wrote, "is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs ..."
Mark Taylor, Dean Jones and yes, even Shane Warne, are right.
I ask again to those who wish to support/watch/pay for this grotesque charade. Do you really want it on your conscience?