I believe the AFL should implement a “mercy rule” for lopsided games.
When a team is up by 60 points or more at halftime, the game should end.
This might seem drastic, but I think the benefits outweigh the costs… and it could be the solution to “Tanking” that the AFL has desperately searched for!
No dramas, I’ve got a mate who’s a panel beater…
- The Beatles’ musical talent.
- Jennifer Lawrence’s acting ability.
Yes, many things in life are overrated.
People, it’s just sugar, palm oil, fake flavour, and some nuts… let’s dial our Nutella-Love down a notch, shall we?
Sports is particularly susceptible to this, as marketing departments and fierce loyalties converge.
Entire populations become irrationally certain that a particular player is the best, a certain team is unstoppable, or a particular league is the pinnacle of their sport.
But if we drill right down, we even find that particular moves can be overrated.
When Luke Hodge leads the Hawks onto the MCG this Friday night, it will represent a triumph of public relations and corporate skulduggery.
He shouldn’t be there. It’s as simple as that. He should no longer be Captain of Hawthorn, and he certainly shouldn’t be running out onto the field this weekend.
This will happen… and that’s a shame.
For two reasons:
Every Grand Final Preview essentially is trying to crack the question: who will win the big game? This simple yet somewhat challenging question can baffle even the most expert minds. And at the end of reading these previews you can be scratching your head, seemingly no closer to understanding why Expert Person A has tipped Sydney by 12 points, or why Expert Person B has picked the Hawks in a nail-biter.
Who won’t be fake-smiling at 5.30pm on Saturday?
In my opinion, Brian Lake should have been dragged in front of a Magistrate, not the Match Review Panel.
The Hawthorn defender is currently serving a 4 week suspension for choking North Melbourne’s Drew Petrie. Choking. That means he consciously and violently attempted to deny Petrie oxygen. Check it out.
Two days ago we saw one of the most incredible games in World Cup history, with Germany annihilating Brazil 7-1 in the Semi Final.
The game and its implications will reverberate for years to come. People will remember where they were when the Brazilians were humbled. Hundreds of millions of people around the world watched as a German team with cliche-levels of efficiency completely dismantled the home nation on one of the biggest stages possible.
Cheer up kid. Maybe you’ve got some German *ahem* ancestry…
Being a sports commentator is a hallowed and sacred position in the Australian sporting landscape.
We have our preferred commentators, we have those we can’t stand, and we have commentary that becomes synonymous with moments in time.
Jesaulenko, you beauty.
Leo Barry, you star.
This, is a famous victory.
Oh it’s a wonderful moment in Kaiserslautern!
But I have a problem with Australian sport commentary. And it struck me during Australia’s recent World Cup matches, which I watched at 2am while involved in numerous simultaneous SMS conversations with friends also watching the matches.