Finally got a chance to watch the Hawthorn v Geelong game. Maybe it was the distance from all the hullabaloo that did it, but I couldn't help feel I was the kid watching the emperor pass by.
Because, take away the occasion, the big crowd, the provenance, the close scores and the whore's orgasms of McAvaney, it was a pretty ordinary game.
Not terrible, but not great either. Long way from great.
Make sure you've got Port covered this weekend.