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If you really want to do yourself a musical favour, get your ears around the album of this name from his Holiness, the Dylan. Bob has provided some musical highlights over the yers, punctuated with some tedious lowlights but Modern Times is a pearler of an album. Thunder on the Mountain is a classic rocking tune and his, shall we say, unique voice, rolls along with the lyrics easily.

 

But this is a footy blog, as I keep reminding myself, aimed at talking footy... and I reckon it's time we thought about modern times and their obsession with the banal, the soundbite and the quick cheap thrill. Yup, you guessed it, I'm thinking professional football commentators, both electronic and print media. I watched the Freo game in a pub so I didn't hear the call but you only have to see the name Shaw come up beside the words expert comments to know that banality is having a day out so I'm sure I missed nothing of note... mind you, I'm no fan of the stupid but if you are, you might disagree.

 

Look, line in the sand time here... I've been posting on Shane's site here for a few years and generally take a line aimed at generating a laugh or two, even if they're only mine. I enjoy the humour that permeates through this place and love the offbeat up yours that seems to be the common element.

That doesn't mean, though, that I embrace mediocrity or failure... but for those poor lost souls with no sense of humour or appreciation for the up yours ethos, it seems that having a laugh and getting over losses must mean I, and others, are somehow inferior  or lacking in hardness, footy smarts, guts or whatever one to two syllable word they reach for when it all goes pearshaped in their world.

You know,  it's the people you meet in life who maintain an even keel in the face of adversity who demonstrate true courage and toughness... not the blustering fools who posture or berate, who, essentially, seek to lash out when they're hurting. That's just playground stuff, sandpit squabbles. Most of us, eventually, grow up and move on.

 

The rest do things like ring 6PR after the first game of the season and demand the coach's head. They go into a right tizzy because youth wasn't played. They see someone like Shaun McManus fumble once and launch tirade after tirade about how useless he is while he goes about being one of the best on ground right in front of their squinty piglike little eyes and they are too dumb, too dedicated to stupidity, to see the truth because they've read the paper, listened to PR, watched the tv and probably managed to believe the lot. Geese. Honking geese.

 

During the latter stages of the game on Saturday, Pav was playing through the middle and collected a loose ball right on the boundary line. With a Pies defender right on his hammer, he disposed of the ball and tried to pull a free... decent strategy at the time with no-one within cooee, and we ended up with a boundary throw in. Some peanut starts going on about how he should have beaten the man, stepped around him, I dunno what else he said, the red  mist lowered and I'm afraid I broke the golden rule and remonstrated with a peanut. What the hell else was he supposed to do, he had no room, no time and if he'd held the ball would have been pinged for... holding the ball. It's not rocket science, is it? Oh yeah, you're right says the peanut, but.... blah blah blah.

 

There are a hell of a lot of peanuts around. It's the done thing, after all. Seriously, some of you so called footy fans out there need to visit the room of mirrors and take a good look at yourselves. The older I get, the more fools and 'kwits there are to deal with and nowhere do they show up more than in following sport.

 

Now... to close off and try to throw some perspective and order into things... Freo played away, on the G, to the Pies for a first round game. We lost after a tight tussle when the game got away from us in the last quarter. That's not an end of the world scenario. As much as I hate getting caught up in comparisons with the Eagles, they roared out of the blocks at home, playing a renovated Brisbane on a warm night after the celebrated "longest trip in football". From quarter time, the Eagles were outscored 10 goals 8 to 8 goals 6. I would call that a worry... so, as I wrote in one of the hysterical threads after our game on Saturday, eat some nuts, fools. We had a loss. That's all it was. I always wait until about rd 4 before forming any views on how the season might pan out... not 5 minutes after the first game and on the blower to 6PR.

 

That sort of thing is just embarrassing. It's also all too common in these Modern Times... excuse me while I wind up my gramophone and settle back with Bob again.