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, 23 February 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, 18 February 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.
Ethan Switch - Saturday, 17 February 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.
Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 30 January 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.
Ethan Switch - Sunday, 21 January 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?
Ethan Switch - Sunday, 19 November 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.
Ethan Switch - Sunday, 22 October 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.
Jimmy Weasel - Wednesday, 5 July 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.
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Jimmy Weasel - Wednesday, 14 June 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.
Read the rest of State of Origin 2 - Danger Strikes in Boganland review
Jimmy Weasel - Thursday, 18 May 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.
Read the rest of Man Defies Machine - Mundine V Green review
Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 1 March 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.
Ethan Switch - Saturday, 25 February 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.
Ethan Switch - Thursday, 16 February 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.
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