You see it all the time, grown ups playing sports and getting paid to do little else beyond that. What have they mastered that you haven't? Commitment? Desire? Determination? Are they synonyms? Sprinkled liberally throughout the commentary are the clichés, analogies and metaphors which make up the sideliners and broadcasters. Which side are you on? The one not mentioned?
Ethan Switch - Friday, February 23, 2007
Sambol at the ready and it's a dicey flavour of burning hotness gracing the lips and tongue to deceive on actual temperature. Very much the pain threshold of testing fatigue. Breaking point past here and no lines in the grains of rice. Tasty fat lips and counter time to swap coins aplenty for the hole in the pocket holds nothing more than disappointment. And no coins.
Ethan Switch - Sunday, February 18, 2007
Pad See-Yew with a crack of an eggshell and the tip-off is underway. Heat builds quick with a shank of plastic down the front. Apparently it works double. Optimistically blind, a row steal the seats one behind, leaving the front all clear as the resolve.
Sydney Kings are impressive with the lead out early over the Townsville Crocodiles. Matt Worthington is out stepping a change up with no sign of slowing down to smell the burning leather. Crocs throw up little in the way of strong defence and formidable offence this early out in the first quarter. Spectacular dunk force from Jerome Beasley is too much as the ball shoots straight out of the ring toward the rafters and its Kings 31 over 22 for the Crocs.
Ethan Switch - Saturday, February 17, 2007
No water on the water gate makes it a gate of dry illusion. One where dashing back and forth is not for the slippery of feet. Whatever lands on the rock with the back of the skull is best.
Sydney Kings spread out against the Singapore Slingers. Numbers, shooters, attention to detail. Keeping up with the up keep and the visitors from another city, but not entirely of another country, hold on level par with both the hold and block of the hosts. 21 to 20 with the Kings up a single digit.
Ethan Switch - Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Zone out to the cold sweats, the break into the city is a step off on the station before it all goes underground. After that, time is no longer an ally but a lying, filthy, cheating cur.
How often do you see a bloke washing a soft drink can at the public toilets any how?
Ethan Switch - Monday, January 22, 2007
Juicy fat peach in hand quells the uproar in the stomach. Contorting against the dismal array of cool breeze hitting over the skin on the day's way through. Frankie say relax, but Frankie is dead from exhaustion with vultures dashing hairs of salt into his eye sockets. Pepper, anyone?
Sydney Kings are well across the state with Adelaide 36ers in the dust. Long road toward the black and it's impressive to see the start of the night blow out with the hosts high on a margin of 16. Kings Matt Worthington and Russel Hinder daming the cherry shooters to mark forward a path clearer as a table cloth where you find no spills ever mark deep into the fibres of the cloth. Kings laughingly out far and wide with 35 on the dozen from the 36ers.]
Ethan Switch - Sunday, November 19, 2006
Pork chops on a sizzling plate and the look of rice stewing in the sauce is enough to break out a plate of vegetables in oyster sauce. Long enough and the people in the toilets start waiting for one brave soul to open the doors out. Prospective three lands two and the split cut into the deal is about the same either way. One note, one seat less.
Smacking kids loud from the row behind necessitate the move across the sections. It's a game to watch and enjoy, losing the hearing is not a fun night out for anyone outside shouting down the speakers at the concert.
Ethan Switch - Sunday, October 22, 2006
Back streets and alleys feature cobblestones, loose steps and cardboard to walk across. Feel the freezing breeze as the legs crumble and give to one mother of a wind chill. Nobody rubs this close late at night without it being down William Street. Or with metal slugs in the chamber. Perspective and all, so very clear and charming to the crowd. Rain drops keep falling on the head, but that doesn't mean anything for the fire in pig's bed.
Slip of the tongue and the crackle of the announcer starts with, "Your Tre... Firepower Sydney Kings!" to intro the team as they run onto the court.
Jimmy Weasel - Wednesday, July 5, 2006
After a lacklustre start to a lacklustre series, QLD opened up the game with an early try borne of a crafty kick into the NSW zone. Four points up looked like a handy lead in a low scoring game riddled with mistakes.
And that kind of thing isn't going to impress a state that isn't terribly "into" Rugby League. The amount of seats given away on the street to avoid empty seats on the television has not been disclosed.
Read the rest of State of Origin 3 - Melbourne 2006 - Strange things gone South review
Jimmy Weasel - Wednesday, June 14, 2006
No joy could come to the team supported by a vandal willing to paint a town's icon two shades of blue in preparation for a match. This is certainly true for the first half where NSW failed to gain any points whatsoever in response to the QLD score of 14.
It started with some heavy pressure from the QLD defence right off the first kick. Costly NSW errors saw costly QLD points scored. Any team who screws up that badly in the first minute of a game deserves an uphill battle in the second half. Two tries and one penalty aside, there is no spark in this game.
Read the rest of State of Origin 2 - Danger Strikes in Boganland review
Jimmy Weasel - Thursday, May 18, 2006
Failing the live & personal touch, viewing the "big fight" between Danny Green and Anthony Mundine on a "big screen" in a "local pub" seemed like a good idea. The Kogarah Tavern seemed a likely place for a good vantage point. But by the time of arrival - i.e. the beginning of the Elmahod bout, it was already packed. A lucky thing, given that pubs were expected to fork out $1500+ to show the event to the loud drunken mob. The mood of the evening seemed to sour slightly in accordance with the amount of beer being slurped down enormous gaping foodholes. The repeated cries of "go the waratahs!" would imply that elements of the crowd had lost control of what was really going on.
TAB had Green as a marginal favourite over Mundine, and would be the most obvious winner out of all this. Standing in the shadows and taking money from idiots, TAB would be the only participant in this fight who won't have Parkinsons within the next 10 years.
Read the rest of Man Defies Machine - Mundine V Green review
Ethan Switch - Wednesday, March 1, 2006
Darkness is the Kingdome. Spotlights roam around and the cheerleaders and dancers sparkle on the floor. Late for a weeknight in the city, tip off is thirty minutes behind the ticket time. Oils on the right reeks heavy of sweat, a pinch on the back of the throat and the light rises up with the food staying down. Basketballs descend from below, lobs high hit hard on the other end of the parabola. Danger? Only from the one that waits in rafters to bonk the one looking for their seat.
Squeaks are out with extra syllables in the national anthem. Over by the northern upper blend, blurting mid-verse, essence of which no doubt for the home side in the face of the Tigers fans over south.
Ethan Switch - Saturday, February 25, 2006
Sydney's Town Crier walks up and down the front of the Entertainment Centre shouting on about the Grand Final match between the Harbour City and Melbourne. Leaving a little in the tank, the bellow feels hollow, put back and just not quite there. Like the friend who suddenly bursts shouting at odd intervals of the conversation. Such as the rise of a preposition or hanging off a solecism.
Dangling from the rafters, the Lion makes a descent amid fizzler sparks standing in for the indoors fireworks display. Smoke and the tinge of burnt fills the air minutes in. Wielding lightsabers, the Lion and the Tigers mascot battle, the one with the stripes falling down. The Sydney Kings Cheerleaders work their magic in the dark of the spotlights before the introductions.
Ethan Switch - Thursday, February 16, 2006
Blood takes to the porcelain of a nearby toilet basin. The rich raw essence not losing any vitality as it drips drops to the rushing waters. Time takes on an age as the latchy few outside the Entertainment Centre box office find clipboards in their faces. Phil appears to be one such note taker, and as a man, appears to be a short wide woman looking for a speech impediment to call her own.
Slipping late into the seats with under a minute, the first quarter is lightening fast. The Kings are up over the Taipans with a healthy ten point margin. 31 to 21 in favour of the home crew.
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