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Last updated on August 5th, 2017 at 03:54 am
Traceeee Hutchison kicks a goal during a charity football match, and the whole world changes:
In one brief shining moment on a football field, I felt as if I could do anything. Felt I was part of a community that gave a damn. And it was a good, proud feeling that – together – people can, and do, make a difference.
Via Imre Salusinszky, who writes: “Imagine how Tony Lockett must have felt!”
UPDATE. Another media professional emails: “I’d like to nominate the following sentence as one of the least. elegant. ever.”:
Not the crisis in some indigenous communities the PM’s finally decided to acknowledge exists.
- mmmh, interesting article.Posted by Margos Maid on 2007 07 02 at 02:26 AM • permalink
- And it’s hard to keep a lid on it. For I am still dining out — as I will be for years — on the premise that I am a better kick for goal than Matthew Richardson.
If you ever mention Richo’s name again you stupid bint, I will track you down and hack your freaking head off with a blunt butter knife.
/Richmond Rage Boy
I have it on good authority that the coach wanted to pull Traceeee off at half time, but she was just too darn ugly.
Posted by Infidel Tiger on 2007 07 02 at 02:27 AM • permalink
- I’d been gifted the kick, it was true. My 3RRR/PBS Megahertz team-mate, John Orriglasso, had landed heavily after a strong pack mark on the goal line. Maybe it was the way I looked at him so admiringly as he brought the pigskin back to earth. Maybe it was my red-ribboned pigtails that called out for a chance at glory. Maybe he really had twanged a hammy as he said he had when he handed me the ball in front of more deserving team-mates. Who knows? But I had the pill smack bang in front of goal and everyone was watching.
Whatever she’s smokin’, surely it’s not legal?
An admiring look from Traceeee would make me give the ball to anyone else. Including players on the other team.
- Ah yes, the Community Cup. Quite the event down here in Melbourne. They got 15k people there last year. It’s all for fun of course.
They have a ladies lounge in the centre square where only women and kids are allowed. On air people, cult figures and musicians running around and getting muddy all in the name of charity (the Sacred Heart Mission). Lotsa food, drinks and bands make up the bill.
Sorry I missed it.
Posted by Mr Hackenbacker on 2007 07 02 at 02:39 AM • permalink
- I’ll give her credit for knowing about Richo’s brain fades five metres out directly in front.
I suppose I’d be happy too – I’ve never kicked a goal in front of 15,000 people.
Posted by Mr Hackenbacker on 2007 07 02 at 02:43 AM • permalink
- Adele Horin would love to have played, but had a French friend around to lecture her on Australia’s short comings.Posted by Infidel Tiger on 2007 07 02 at 02:49 AM • permalink
- For once in her pathetic life Traceeeeee has been a winner, even if it is some asanine aerial pingpong feelgood fest; next Traceeeeeeeeeee’s going to be buying up big on the ASX industrials, taking delivery of some fume-belching behemoth and getting pissed on Kristal while swallowing canapes made from the reporductive organs of endangered critters- Traceeeeee’s been infected by the RWDB bug!
- Just for the record you rectum faced slaphead, Matthew Richardson kicked 3 goals on the weekend and over 700 in his career.Posted by Infidel Tiger on 2007 07 02 at 03:11 AM • permalink
- Traceeeee is a legend in her own lunchtime.Posted by surfmaster on 2007 07 02 at 03:28 AM • permalink
- #18 – Fair suck of the sauce bottle!
Being a Richmond supporter is like spending a summer holiday with Algore, you hope for the best, but you just know it’s going to be long and gloomy. Richo has been the one sunny spot for the last 25 years.
Posted by Infidel Tiger on 2007 07 02 at 03:29 AM • permalink
- #23 – Ash, there is nothing wrong with your set, please fiddle with all the buttons at will, normal viewing will recommence when you hit the right one, (or run over a greenie, whichever comes first).Posted by surfmaster on 2007 07 02 at 03:46 AM • permalink
- Hey, Infidel Tiger, I think Richo’s great (the 700 goals speak for themselves). But if you don’t have your heart in your mouth when he’s taking a shot from inside the goal square you’re kidding yourself.Posted by Mr Hackenbacker on 2007 07 02 at 04:01 AM • permalink
- O/T – Andrew English in The Telegraph puts the boot into the Prius and Prius owners:
Quick to point the finger at others, some use their Prius as public proof of a caring and moral “lifestyle” and put the moan into sanctimonious, as I have discovered in recent weeks….If you’ve got a Prius, fine, but please spare the rest of us your pious condescension.
Posted by walterplinge on 2007 07 02 at 04:37 AM • permalink
- #29 “If you’ve got a Prius fine…” but why do they have to be so damn butt ugly?Posted by dean martin on 2007 07 02 at 04:50 AM • permalink
- Well, I’ve not paid attention to the footy in years, but the last match I went to was, of course, a Richmond one.
They are the only team worth following, so if I ever get around to seeing what the teams are doing, the Tiges are the ones to watch.
Other than that, I really couldn’t give a toss. I think cricket’s a much better game.
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2007 07 02 at 06:53 AM • permalink
Being a Richmond supporter is like spending a summer holiday with Algore, you hope for the best, but you just know it’s going to be long and gloomy.
You should try following Footscray. (Yes, yes, I know they’re called something else now… I don’t care.)
One premiership, more than fifty years ago. Season after season which sees early success and promise fade away into another middling position on the ladder.
Not good enough to be premiers. Not bad enough to claim at least a little glamour from spectacular failure.
I’m lucky I’m only a follower (by birth). Genuine go-every-week supporters must wonder which god they’ve offended that he so blights their existence.Posted by SwinishCapitalist on 2007 07 02 at 07:22 AM • permalink
- Well, it makes a change from Traceee’s usual own goals. Too bad she couldn’t have played for the Iraqi squad when Uday and Qusay were still around. Now that’s a community that wants to win together rather than hang together.Posted by andycanuck on 2007 07 02 at 08:05 AM • permalink
- #30 Shoot! I knew I should have refreshed the page before posting #35.Posted by andycanuck on 2007 07 02 at 08:08 AM • permalink
- They say that some are never destined to experience happiness or fulfillment in life. For them is created the Geelong Football Club.
Such is my lot. 😀She carries on a fair bit for kicking a goal; if I did that, they might cut off my beer in the changerooms after the game.
Did get a feeling like what she described last weekend, though, when we beat the top side (us being the bottom side) and I played in a win for the first time ever in any sport. Bit better sensation when it is the team feeling it, rather than simply a single goalkicker in a charity game.
Posted by Simon Darkshade on 2007 07 02 at 09:12 AM • permalink
- #22
Us Carlton supporters, well, we try to have hope, but it doesn’t work.
Makes you pine for the good old days, when John Elliott was president of both Carlton and the Liberal Party. Things weren’t always great, but they were always interesting!
Posted by AlburyShifton on 2007 07 02 at 09:19 AM • permalink
- I don’t know anything about Trace Hutchinson except from her occasional column. It appears to be about her empty life.Posted by Wimpy Canadian on 2007 07 02 at 09:19 AM • permalink
In one brief shining moment on a football field, I felt as if I could do anything. Felt I was part of a community that gave a damn. And it was a good, proud feeling that – together – people can, and do, make a difference.
Then she ripped off her jersey and went running around the field and turned 10,000 drunken bogans gay.
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 07 02 at 10:25 AM • permalink
- #43. Australian Rules footballs are made from the soft, tender skin of hand-raised milkfed baby goats*, raised on a diet of crushed wheats, corn and oats. Once the little creatures are 3 months of age, they are sacrificed to a greater cause, with their beautiful shining hides sewn, tanned and cured into leather to KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF!!!
*May or may not be factual. All compelling evidence is incontravertible until contraverted.
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