Boarking conjures the footy gods

All that stuff yesterday about Christians and lions, about feeling like a Melbourne fan, and lottery winning odds, not to mention the tipping against my own team; all a ploy, to tease and goad the footy gods into delivering for the 'dons. I'm glad they fell for it, I know I did.

christian bombers & lion hawks

We're off to the Colosseum tonight to see the Christians take on the lions. I'm cheering on the Christians, but I'm not tipping them.

Actually, I'm going to the footy, as you might have guessed. I was using metaphor. But it's true that the bookies are paying similar odd on Essendon as they used to pay on the Christians (probably), so the metaphor would appear apt.

It's not impossible that Essendon will win, just as it's not impossible that Boarking will win the lottery.

I'm going to the game in the spirit that Melbourne supporters go every week, and I will enjoy it!

Those footy gods, again...

There is no other explanation for Fev's post-er.

Sometimes there is a little magic even in just listening to footy: Fevola marks 15 out, 45 angle. It's all over, Carlton have done what Essendon did a week before. The commentators go quiet as he takes the kick, leaving the listener with the crowd... We hear the roar waxing, but it falters then wanes, the crowd like one wounded, bewildered animal. We know something is amiss, but what?

The footy gods have struck.