tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16349516991687274872009-10-14T07:04:26.636+11:00Footy Beer LifeBetty the Bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16893463854110273486noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634951699168727487.post-54015916442380062232007-06-03T18:47:00.000+10:002007-06-03T18:51:36.295+10:00

I don't know if anyone reads this, but I've been finding it difficult managing two blogs and two separate google accounts, so I have decided to move this blog here.

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The first game of the season and we are in Canberra on a camping trip."Look! There's a pub!" I shouted; eagle-eyed as ever. "It might be showing the Carlton - Richmond game".And it was. But Big Red's parents don't sit in pubs and drink beer. They made an exception for 45 minutes, sitting and drinking nothing while we watched the game and drank beer. Carlton were leading when we left for dinner

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We are meant to be staying up to watch the final of the Cricket World Cup between Australia and Sri Lanka, but having imbibed too much alcohol earlier this evening, a certain someone has already fallen asleep on the sofa and is snoring away quite peacefully.It's raining in Barbados* so play has been delayed for the last hour and a half and I have been sitting here trying to decide whethera) I

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Not long after I moved to Australia, I was flicking through the TV channels one Thursday evening and came across The Footy Show. 'What was all this nobjockery?' I wondered. I've always hated these types of sport-shows - all male, guffawing in a self-congratulatory manner at their own jokes, jockeying for the alpha male position, typical pack animals and often fearful of women. After watching

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The GameBefore the game on Friday night we went to a bar called murmur which is hidden down a dodgy-looking alleyway and gives you a vague sense of accomplishment having managed to find it. The bar is beautiful inside, and packed full of people with the smug look of having discovered somewhere good. We had a couple of excellent but very expensive mojitos. We also asked for some nuts and after

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I was very excited about seeing us play our rivals at the MCG (though it does appear that nearly every team is a 'rival') especially as we were going to the game with an actual Collingwood supporter. The dirty pie! Jay had taught Big Red how to kick a footy when he first moved to Melbourne as a teenager and they were at high school together. He was wearing an original Collingwood vest from the

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We lost More later. Need to sleep.

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My day has started well: I killed the most enormous cockroach. Not convinced it was actually dead, I kept spraying it with Baygon until the can was empty. Then I stood and stared at it for at least five minutes, dreading a miraculous recovery, until I finally convinced myself it really was dead.I find it always helps to start the day with a little moyder.Anyway, I'm going to buy tickets today

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I grew up in a country where Australian Rules Football means nothing, and had never seen a game before I moved to Australia and watched the 2005 Grand Final. It seemed quite an exciting game, but I had no idea about the rules. Were there any rules? It was certainly a very physical game. I liked how pushing and shoving seemed to be encouraged. It was a game played by Proper Men, not pussies.

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Which is which...Britney SpearsBen CousinsAnswers on a beermat.

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The best game of football I have ever seen.My first time at the MCG watching an AFL game.. This was The Rivalry Round (where apparent rivals play one another). There were 65, 000 people at the game. It was hot but I still wore my scarf.Carlton didn't start the game well - Lance Whitnall was in poor form, all the refereeing decisions seemed to go against us and Fev hardly got near the ball.

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We went to see a friend's band play at The Tote knowing The Carlton - Brisbane Lions game started just as the band finished playing. We stayed there and got pissed; half-watching the game on a very small TV in the corner. It looked like it might be quite exciting, as far as I could tell from the other side of the room. We beat Brisbane in the final of The NAB Cup so they probably had a point to

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We went to The Telstra Dome to watch the game, stopping to get burgers on the way. Geelong played really, really well. We seemed to be surrounded by Geelong fans, including a family in front of us (mum, dad, four young children and a baby, all wearing Geelong shirts) who were very charitable about us booing them, but slightly terrified by the boyfriend bellowing "BALL". This mild mannered man,

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We are watching the swimming on TV and smoking a joint."Would you wear your cock like that?" he asks and I cough out smoke in surprise."What?"He repeats the question, pointing out a male swimmer on the screen wearing one of those fantastically tight swim suits and whose cock is mostly definitely pointing skywards."Can I wear a cock?" I ask, immediately getting to the heart of the issue."You know

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The game was in Perth and not showing on free-to-air TV so we went to a local pub to watch it on Foxtel. I'm still not sure how two people could get to a pub so early (an hour and a half before the game started at 3pm) and manage to miss the 2 hour time slot for lunch. I think it involved drinking copious amounts of beer.The game was a blur.I booed a lot.We lost.

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Carlton made the final of the NAB Cup and last night we went to The Telstra Dome and watched them slaughter* The Brisbane Lions. It was my first Australian Rules game and my first Carlton game. It was so exciting. I screamed and shouted and cheered and clapped like a loon. I bought a Carlton scarf (this is like entering into a contract - once you buy a scarf there is no changing your mind about

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