Hoping for heaven in 2007 ...

It's been that sort of year. I'm not going to talk about the season that was meant to be. As for Saturday's game, well, you can just read about it. I will say, however, that I had a good day, travelling down the freeway - I'm like so Melbourne now - with The J-Man from an earlier post. He's the one holding the sign that says "Ball" in this picture if you didn't guess. Before the match, we had fish and chips before watching the game from the seats normally occupied by Poppa Blog and myself. P-Blog, as he likes to be known, missed his first game at K-Park for the year and the other season seat holders were probably wondering what the hell I was doing inviting an opposition supporter along. Especially in the first half.











Indeed, it was a game of two halves. Melbourne had demonised Geelong, but then we moved up to the terraces at the main break and everything changed. The J-Man caught up with his family and I saw The Real K-Lenko (pictured with JB, above right) and his girl. All that was sour turned sweet. Steve Johnson was sublime and Nathan Ablett showed his potential. Even Tom Lonergan found form until he got crunched, later losing his kidney and put into a coma. Geelong's season, which had been on life-support for much of the year, was also over when the siren sounded. The draw with the Demons (pictured so eloquently by yours truly, above left) put paid to a promising season. Time of death? 4.45pm.

With this posting and that season in the books, here are some other sweeping dispatches: I'm trying to put the best tracks from Death Cab For Cutie on one CD. Any suggestions? On the topic of music, the sampler CD of great tracks proposed in the last post is neatly coming along and I've even changed The Song Of The Moment ... My Carlton North Experience is also going well, although I'm spending money like it's going out of fashion on you know what. I'm worried that my weight will soon balloon like Shawn Kemp so it's back to the binge drinker's diet of rocket salad this week for me. On a serious note, this is my fourth day without a drop of the precious amber fluid after a huge week. So what happened? Wednesday - Tapas and countless beers with Geezer. Bedtime: 1.30am ... Thursday - Dinner and drinks with my law-abiding colleagues here at the esteemed broadsheet. Bedtime: 2.15am ... Friday - Geezer put on one of his illustrious yet infamous dinner parties right next door in North Fitzroy where he invited people who basically didn't know each other and a great time was had. Bedtime: 3.15am ... Saturday - Footy then "a corporate box" at The Arena to watch the Geelong Supercats beat the Canberra Gunners in a grand final of some description. Beers consumed and spirits smuggled in (juvenile, I know) before heading out in G-Town. Geezer just happened to be there. Bedtime: 3.15am ... Sunday - Recovery, but not before I returned to Melbourne with Geezer and his rugby-playing, beer-swilling cohorts.

I know, there are some general themes developing.