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Not strictly a rant about the mighty Pies, but all things sport as I see fit.
Going back to the sixties for this one complete with video for all to watch*.
Well do you love me (I can really move)
Well do you love me (I'm in the groove)
Ah do you love me (do you love me)
Now that I can dance
Watch me now, oh
(work it all) I said-a work it all baby
(work it all) ah, you're drivin' me crazy
(work it all) a-with a little bit of soul now
Mmm, now I can do the blues (do the blues)
And I can do the twist (do the twist)
I said now tell me baby (tell me baby)
Mmm, now do you like it like this (like it like this)
Whoa, tell me, tell me, tell me
Ah, do you love me (I can really move)
Well do you love me (I'm in the groove)
Well do you love me (do you love me)
Now that I can dance
Watch me now, oh
(work it all) I said-a work it all baby
(work it all) mmm, you're drivin' me crazy
(work it all) a-with a little bit of soul now
Now I can do the blues (do the blues)
Mmm, I can do the twist (do the twist)
I said now tell me baby (tell me baby)
Ah, do you like it like this (like it like this)
Whoa, tell me, tell me, tell me
Ah, well do you love me (I can really move)
Well do you love me (I'm in the groove)
Well do you love me (do you love me)
Now that I can dance
Ah, do you love me (I can really move)
Well do you love me (I'm in the groove)
Well do you love me (do you love me)
I said that now that I can dance
Ah now do you love me (I can really move)
Well do you love me (I'm in the groove)
Well do you love me (do you love me)
Now that I can dance
* may not actually be Clokeeeey!
(If I get to meet any of them, then I can list them again as non virtuals)
24. A valuable life lesson you learnt this year?
Don’t go into the share market unless you know what you are doing.I think the Aussies will prevail here and retain the Ashes, but it will be close. It has been absorbing cricket so far, about time too.
The leaves in the northern hemisphere are ready to change colour, so it must be time for the NFL to kick off with some practice matches. Tonight I’m watching the Cowboys vs Seahawks on Monday Night Football. I love this sport, it’s Chess on Turf. I could never understand the game, but I remember seeing it on late night TV with
In AFL news, I’m over the season coz the Pies are so shocking lately, but that never stops me from speculating and barracking for any of the other Victorian teams. The Cats won this week (I tipped this!) with a very aggressive game and shut down the West Coast midfield. All the teams that have beaten the Coasters have been able to strangle the likes of Judd, Fletcher, Kerr etc. Good on the Cats, Honey will be happy. The only interest for me now is whether the pies can drop to last and get the number 1 draft pick. Is it that important, well, I’d say yes. While the rules are the way they are, it’s best to use them. You never know, there might be another Reiwoldt and Kositcke in the draft. That’s who we need.
Anyway, gotta go read some stuff.
Game Over.
Well, I have to eat some humble pie.
I was glued to that last hour of the match, I had pretty much given up as we still needed 100 runs with only 2 wickets left. Well I missed the Warne wicket as I channel surfed, but as the run chase got close and the electronic scoreboard at the ground kept showing an ever decreasing number to win, I could not move.
It reminded me of the famous test match in 82-83 at the MCG, I was sitting in a banana lounge on the balcony of our holiday house for that summer, portable TV at my feet and I remember it was about lunch time. Mum was yelling at me to come down and eat lunch (hot dogs as I recall) and I just ignored her calls, there was no way I was moving from that spot The run chase was almost over, we were going to win, if I moved it would be bad luck, something would happen. I didn't uncross my legs, my arm stayed behind my head and that seemed to help Thommo and Border. But then, the fatal blow, my younger brother came out on the balcony and disturbed the picture, I yelled at him and moved, then had to chase him out of the room. 2 minutes later, Thommo snicks the ball to some pommy plod at second slip who dropped the catch, but actually bumped it up to allow Botham the opportunity to jump across and catch the ball before it hit the ground. I wanted to clock my brother for causing this catastrophe. I was gutted.
This time round, there was no interference from a younger sibling, the kids stayed in bed, this time I can say, it wasn't my fault. One of the guys at work did say he moved just before that last wicket fell, I blame him!
Congratulations to the Poms, they did play better for 3 days.
Also, congratulations to Shane Warne, 1 wicket away from 600.
Apologies to chickybabe and m!key for returning to sports. It's what I do, but I might return to tech talk another time.
Well, the great man made his return and short of kicking the winning goal, he played a brilliant captain's game. The scary thing is, that he thinks he can improve. It was another nail biter, with only 30 seconds to go, Didak had the chance to soccer through an unlikely goal, but the bastard of a ball skided away from him and slid through for a point. Let's not dwell on the timekeeping issue, that's been done to death and the offenders have been sacked.
This week we take on the premiers of last year, Port Adelaide. I think we are going to win this and I'm gonna get along and barrack as loudly as I can. GO PIES!!!!
Cricket.
And over in England, the Aussies are finally showing the poms how to play cricket. The press over there will soon have to change their tune as Ponting's boys show them the reason why they are world champions at both forms of the game.
Basketball.
The NBA final was eventually won by the Spurs, in a very entertaining final game, they pretty much seemed to fall over the line by a handful of points. They were behind mid way through the game, but fought back to regain the title.
Soccer.
Brazil v Argentina in the final of the confederations cup.
Tennis.
The Hewitt kiddy looks like he's going to make the semi-final at Wimbledon, where he is expected to play against Federer. I think LH has a mental block when he plays Roger, he just can't seem to get past him. C'mon Lleyton!!!