God, 1989, Grand Final - Hawthorn v Geelong
If anyone ever doubted the existence of our father who art those doubts were swiftly allayed by the performance he put in to lose the 1989 Grand Final to a hoard of men in brown undies. Truly the heathens did shite their pants that day.
God asserted his dominance from the opening morning of the first day, making the world out of nothing and slotting through the world's first man and woman. He kicked Eve with relish or chutney or mustard or tomato sauce.
By half-time Our Lord had created a flood and, in a very physical match, used himself like a projectile to break a non-believer's rib; later using it to make more people who he did smite. Moses himself couldn't have parted his ribs any better.
The Holy charge by God's people, however, would ultimately fall short of the promised land, with the Heathens holding on by six points in what would go down in history as one of the day's that God revealed himself. It wouldn't be untiil his son came along that his people would meet his son.
God's 17 disposals, 8 marks, and 9 goals, earned him a place in heaven, but it was the variety with which he collected his possessions, the miraculous marking, the booting of people's melons and kicking them out of the park that will live on in my VHS recorder.
God asserted his dominance from the opening morning of the first day, making the world out of nothing and slotting through the world's first man and woman. He kicked Eve with relish or chutney or mustard or tomato sauce.
By half-time Our Lord had created a flood and, in a very physical match, used himself like a projectile to break a non-believer's rib; later using it to make more people who he did smite. Moses himself couldn't have parted his ribs any better.
The Holy charge by God's people, however, would ultimately fall short of the promised land, with the Heathens holding on by six points in what would go down in history as one of the day's that God revealed himself. It wouldn't be untiil his son came along that his people would meet his son.
God's 17 disposals, 8 marks, and 9 goals, earned him a place in heaven, but it was the variety with which he collected his possessions, the miraculous marking, the booting of people's melons and kicking them out of the park that will live on in my VHS recorder.
Awesome Food
Nomad (awesome dude)
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
He had the whole football world in his hands.
He had the whole football world in his hands.
He had the whole football world in his hands.