They put men on the moon. The cured disease. They were cultural leaders. They were a moral beacon for the rest of the world to follow. They were led by the best and brightest. They flexed their military strength only when necessary, and enemies fled before the might of the US Armed Forces.
With Season 7 of Game of Thrones nearly upon us, it’s time to ask the obvious questions:
1. What will happen when Daenerys gets to Westeros?
2. How will Jon Snow manage his new role as King in the North?
3. How crazy can Cersei get with her back to the wall and enemies closing in?
4. How can we work AFL into a Game of Thrones discussion?
Also when can we get some more of this badass?
Well, don’t worry… here at Mike or The Don, we’ve got Question 4 covered…
The Adelaide Crows are Daenerys Targaryen. They’re currently in the lead and looking strong, they have had to travel a lot, and they’ve both overcome the loss of their most accomplished knight (Patrick Dangerfield or Barristan Selmy). They’re willing to rip the odd heart out to get what they want.
Would be willing to eat Port Adelaide’s still-beating heart.
The AFL season is upon us. There is a lot to look forward to, such as:
The resurrection – finally – of the Essendon Football Club.
Thank every deity you can name, folks, we made it. We bloody made it.
Half a decade after the whole debacle actually took place, the Bombers are once again playing for Premiership points with a full side and without a cloud hanging over their heads.
Despite the very best efforts of the Herald Sun to keep this saga alive, most sane AFL fans will just be happy to either cheer or jeer the Bombers for what’s happening on the MCG instead of the courtroom.
“Dammit! We’ll have to do some actual journalistic work if people stop reading our re-re-re-re-printed Essendon Drug Scandal stories!” — Herald Sun Editor
Sure, they’ll be booed and sledged and teased and mocked by some fans and some opponents, and there are serious ongoing issues concerning James Hird, but in practical sporting terms the Club and the League can close the whole damn chapter.
You know that feeling you get when you’re talking to someone and they have food stuck to their teeth?
You can’t quite bring yourself to tell them, because you’re just hoping it’s obvious enough they’ll feel it themselves and fix it.
Now imagine it’s happening during a conversation with someone you clash with, someone you’re not friends with. Someone you really, truly dislike.
Part of you is reveling in their stupidity, their obvious lack of awareness, the fact that they look like an idiot… and yet another part of you just wants them to get the damn spinach off your teeth seriously dude how can you not feel that?!
This is how I feel about the Los Angeles Lakers and Brandon Ingram.