The Moondog awakes, but why did he name his son Jagger?
‘Start me up!’ is obviously the title to one of the The Stone’s epic tracks, and most of The Terrace’s loyal readers (then again, does anyone actually read this blog?) will be aware Cameron ‘Moondog’ Mooney has a son called Jagger. I’m not sure if he’s named after the potent big-lipped man, but either way the Moondog has awoken from his hibernation and start me up he has!
For those who may think Jagger is bad form in the baby names stakes, for the record Nathan Buckley has a son called Ayce. Ayce? I mean, really Nathan. What were you and Tanya thinking? Where I come from Ayce is a good name for a cheap bistro and stands for ‘All you can eat‘.
Anyway, I digress. The Moondog’s trademark flying chest grabs, his unselfish assists, his powerful body play and wind-affected locks were on display in an emphatic demolition of Brisbane. There were so many contributors to this potent performance, but when the spiritual leader is presenting with belief, the congregation lifts.
Each quarter in four words or less:
1st: It is very wet!
2nd: Gazza has 27 possessions.
3rd: Wet weather football revolution.
4th: Glorious goal Gary, unbelievable!
The Terrace Soap Box
The Terrace was in a characteristically cynical mood as we pored over the sports section this morning. Mick Malthouse’s saying “Unfortunately, I reckon we let the ANZACs down” incensed us. Firstly, Collingwood are a bunch of prawns and don’t deserve to be compared with our war heroes. To involve the memory of our fallen soldiers in describing his emotion and teams performance is out of place. Secondly, they let themselves down with their insipid fade out in yesterday’s match. The misappropriation of the ANZAC memory happens enough in preparing for this match, let alone describing the wash up. Take that, Mick!
This week: Our inagural Red-head Tuesday and 2nd past-player profile! How very exciting.