A seven-goal opening quarter, 1,045 metres of misery and Finn going down. The Squinters commiserate, reflect and load up for one last attempt to keep 2026 alive.
Well, there goes the July Run. We'll take down Empires, but the rats and mice in the drains will never cease to trouble us. Best we just delete the last game against the Bombers from our memory bank and move on.
The beauty of maths is that it’s completely objective. It’s science. It’s truth. It’s the foundational cornerstone of accumulated knowledge and humanity’s long, noble journey towards enlightenment. And so, Ragnar’s Maths continues its relentless pursuit of…
Firstly, and most importantly: WELCOME BACK NEEDLES! Yes, the President of The Squinters, the Renaissance Man, the trackside oracle, returns to his dodgy mic after attending the Golden Egg with fellow OG Bartman to deliver high-quality uninformed opinions a…
When two waves collide, there’s a displacement of energy. And when those waves are Orange and Blue, it’s not yet the month we don’t lose in — July, obviously — and you’ve got players slipping over, missing targets, and podcasters wandering around forlornly…
Just when we were gaining some momentum, fresh off the Road Train back from Alice, we put our feet up and forgot about footy for a week... And then the AFL decided to put the Giants on at the same time the Socceroos kick off their World Cup campaign.
What’s better than watching us towel up the Dees in beautiful Central Australia, at the foot of the MacDonnell Ranges, with the Tanami Transport Road Train parked in behind the goals? NOT BLOODY MUCH!!
What. A. Game. Well, when it’s a 14-goal-to-0 third quarter — sorry, they did kick three behinds — it’s not so much a game as a belting. Brutal. Relentless. A training drill against the U12s Parramatta Lions. An Orange Tide that can’t be stopped. Yes, you c…