Its official, the Cats epitomize sickening and embarrassing arrogance and someone needs to get a hold of them and tell them to pull their heads in. What the hell are they teaching down Geelong way? Are their players studying degrees in how to become an Arrogant Half Back Flanker? If so, they are achieving an enormous success rate.
Take Scarlett's, whatever he insultingly said to Robert Harvey, his "Another premiership is coming up boys," his previous blurb to Fevola that he "has every full forward in the competition covered" and add it to Ablett's blatant dummy spit when Ling got the final Geelong votes after earlier in the night saying it meant little as he had no expectations and had more important things this week and it equals a cat skinning exhibition this Saturday at the MCG.
On the eve of a Grand Final Ablett's reaction, for mine, was appalling and any teammate the likes of possibly Jimmy Bartel, you would imagine, would be embarrassed. The problem is while Bartel seemingly occupies an under control and humble ego, not many of his teammates have followed his lead. Most of them appear to get around in the Ablett / Selwood / Scarlett and Harley modes.
A very deserving would be winner in Scotty West missed out several times by a bee's dinger and not once did you see that reaction. Mathew Richardson was obviously disappointed but didn't let it show and even Simon Black who you could see was desperate to hang on didn't let his guard down. You can be disappointed without being a spoilt whining little brat about it.
When Fremantle served up some close hard and legal tactics the Cats complained like Poms about the sun in an Aussie winter. Yet they had no problem taking to our youngsters like school yard bullies while Ablett spent that day, like many other game days, crying to umpires about anything and everything including Josh Carr. Steve Johnson has now got to the point of looking at the umpire with hands in the air, singing 'what about me' before the ball has been bounced.
The Cats have snitched, bitched, whined and complained their way to a grand final. They might be a highly skilled side but they, except for possibly a small few, haven't done anything to suggest they're not still a pack of handbag carrying shirt lifters!
After their complaints in the media about the close checking tactics of other teams and their comments, despite contradicting evidence, that "they don't start things and it's not their style of play" It will be extremely interesting to see if they go after the injury carrying Hodge and or Franklin. They may get a surprise smack in the mouth from Hodge if they do because you get the feeling he's the type of bloke who'll cop the suspension if you wanted to try something on, especially in a GF.
I want the Hawks to win for many reasons. One reason is because they're carrying my betting investment. Two, because I've always been a massive fan of Shane Crawford and Trent Croad, since he was at Freo, and they both deserve and have earned the chance at a premiership, especially Crawford. And three, I want the Hawks to absolutely annihilate them to the point of humiliation because of the way the Cats have carried themselves this year in particular.
C'mon the Hawkers!