THE LONE RUCKMAN, THE FINALE

THE LONE RUCKMAN, THE FINALE

I played over 300 games and the majority of the blokes I played with hated my guts, I have missed many reunions over the years because of my invitation being "lost in mail", or "you’re a vagrant, with no fixed abode" used as an excuse. I believe it's a concerted effort to whitewash me from the clubs history in much the same way St Kilda and Fremantle have attempted with Zac Dawson.

THE LAST TIME PART 4

THE LAST TIME PART 4

Sledging, there is no better way to put off an opposition player kicking for goal. It never worked against me mind you, being able to block out all distractions and focus on dragging my team over the line was just one of my strengths. Also never having a wife/girlfriend/significant other made the quip redundant, jokes on them.

THE LAST TIME TOUR PART 3

THE LAST TIME TOUR PART 3

The best part about playing footy is kicking goals and for those few moments after, feeling far more superior to your teammates. Sure you trot out the clichés on presentation night when receiving the goal kicking award, “these goals wouldn’t have come without the boys help”, “I’d swap this award for a flag any day” and “This award needs to be shared with everyone who has helped me on my journey.” When really your thoughts should be; “Away from me peasants, bask in my glory,”,

THE LAST TIME TOUR PART 1

THE LAST TIME TOUR PART 1

Those who have tracked my career are aware I never knew my parents, but with all my physical limitations I believe that they were related, drug addicts or both.

For starters, I have literally no vertical leap, which is a challenge when you play in the ruck. My lack of spring can be attributed severely bowed legs, cankles and fallen arches.