Masochists' corner

Well, it's that time of the year. The time when all of us St Kilda 'tragics' ponder might befall in the new AFL season. From my perspective, 10000 and change miles away from the UK to my beloved team, the signs don't seem promising. As far as I can see, the pundits, and even many true believer red, black and white fans, consider us no-hopers. Not quite wooden spoon contenders, but not far from that point. But I'm not nearly so pessimistic as that. I don't, for a second, think that we're Premiership material, but I think that we could get as far as the finals. It's true that we haven't got any 'stars' (yet - I'm looking at you, Josh Battle, right from 2016 Draft day, and yes, that was a prediction!), but we have, potentially, a good team - and it's a team sport, ultimately. As long we don't get too many injuries, and especially that we're consistent, a problem over the past couple of years, why shouldn't we be good enough?

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

New Year, new ghost

Plus ça change. I've just seen an unbelievably beautiful boy at 'worktown' station, blond, tallish, 14-ish. But, needless to say, he was gone within minutes. 2018 will, I guess, be as crappy as 2017.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

There is some good news, for once

Trump has scrapped his planned UK visit next month. Good fucking riddance!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

One of my sporting heroes

Over the weekend, I saw a little news article about the ski jumping Four Hills Tournament is just ended for 2018. One of the competitors won all four jumps this year, for only the second time, but I was reminded about someone who nearly did the same feat. Toni Nieminen. In 1992, he won three for the Four Hills, two Olympic gold medals, as well recording the official first 200 metre jump. And, at the time, he was unbelievably cute! My hero, even if I sound like a fangirl!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B