Carbine Chaos
See My Chess
- Apr 1, 2009
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I want to tell you a story.
In the late 1980s, greatness was born. In the fine city of Perth, Western Australia, born was such an inspiration that football would never quite be the same. Never before had the Australian Football League, previously the Victorian Football League, seen the ilk of what was to come. A legend that was to spend most of its time draped in the colours of blue and gold. A legend that we both needed and deserved. A legend that engaged with our minds and our hearts. A legend that exchanged our ideas, our thoughts and our energy. A legend that spoke from the heart with courage, with honesty and with authenticity. A legend that didn’t always get it right, and a legend that we didn’t always agree with, but that was okay, because just like us, he cared. Just like us, he was passionate about the game. A legend that transcended time and space.
The legend of Lewis Stevenson.
Lewis touched our hearts, touched our minds and even touched pantskyle on occasion. In his 10 games with the club, Stevenson showed us what it truly meant to be a footballer. Truly, what it meant to be a man. According to numerology, the number 10 resonates with the vibrations and energies of leadership, optimism, confidence, independence, creative powers, success, energy, originality, adaptability, determination and individuality. These were all parts of Stevenson’s game that we all admired the most, and it is for this reason that I propose that we call this weekend’s game the Lewis Stevenson Cup.
While Lewis was not personally available to attend the announcement due to a trial by combat in Westeros, he sent 12 of his bastard children (above) to attend in his place. The club had considered asking the AFL to lower the father/son game minimum to 10, but at the risk of being stuck with Ash Smith’s horrific offspring (below), they declined to do so. Already young Luke on the right has the right idea, skilfully ducking into the arms of young Scott. Young Xavier, in the centre, can also be seen dropping his knees with consummate ease. The future is bright for these young Steven-sons.
Still shows more heart than his father.
Because I figured we needed a more official preview for this week, I contacted Port Adelaide board outsider Noobz0r to answer some questions about his fine club...
Thank you for your time, Noobz0r. Preview over. West Coast by plenty.
Stevenson celebrating with West Coast fans in simpler times.
A picture of Lewis Stevenson from his Port Adelaide Days
In the late 1980s, greatness was born. In the fine city of Perth, Western Australia, born was such an inspiration that football would never quite be the same. Never before had the Australian Football League, previously the Victorian Football League, seen the ilk of what was to come. A legend that was to spend most of its time draped in the colours of blue and gold. A legend that we both needed and deserved. A legend that engaged with our minds and our hearts. A legend that exchanged our ideas, our thoughts and our energy. A legend that spoke from the heart with courage, with honesty and with authenticity. A legend that didn’t always get it right, and a legend that we didn’t always agree with, but that was okay, because just like us, he cared. Just like us, he was passionate about the game. A legend that transcended time and space.
The legend of Lewis Stevenson.
Lewis touched our hearts, touched our minds and even touched pantskyle on occasion. In his 10 games with the club, Stevenson showed us what it truly meant to be a footballer. Truly, what it meant to be a man. According to numerology, the number 10 resonates with the vibrations and energies of leadership, optimism, confidence, independence, creative powers, success, energy, originality, adaptability, determination and individuality. These were all parts of Stevenson’s game that we all admired the most, and it is for this reason that I propose that we call this weekend’s game the Lewis Stevenson Cup.
While Lewis was not personally available to attend the announcement due to a trial by combat in Westeros, he sent 12 of his bastard children (above) to attend in his place. The club had considered asking the AFL to lower the father/son game minimum to 10, but at the risk of being stuck with Ash Smith’s horrific offspring (below), they declined to do so. Already young Luke on the right has the right idea, skilfully ducking into the arms of young Scott. Young Xavier, in the centre, can also be seen dropping his knees with consummate ease. The future is bright for these young Steven-sons.
Still shows more heart than his father.
Because I figured we needed a more official preview for this week, I contacted Port Adelaide board outsider Noobz0r to answer some questions about his fine club...
thorne89: What is a Lobbe?
Noobz0r: An orange crustacean typically found leaping over a dark anemone.
thorne89: How long does Chad Cornes have left?
Noobz0r: Depends on how many hard-at-it midfields he has to tag - so should have at least one game left after this weekend.
thorne89: Who runs with Priddis?
Noobz0r: More like who runs past Priddis. Answer - everybody.
thorne89: What design are your bay covers this week?
Noobz0r: Pictures of Ben Cousins clutching his hamstring in the '07 Qualifying Final.
thorne89: Is it true that Ollie Wines tore his mother apart during childbirth?
Noobz0r: Yes.
thorne89: With Lamb going down, we need a specialist HFF, would you consider trading Brad Ebert back to us?
Noobz0r: We've turned him into an actual footballer - you can have Mitch Farmer.
thorne89: Who would you take? Kane Mitchell or Patrick McGinnity?
Noobz0r: McGinnity? Is he the KPP who debuted against Brisbane?
thorne89: No.
Noobz0r: Kane Mitchell is a much better KPD prospect.
thorne89: Would you like both?
Noobz0r: No.
Thank you for your time, Noobz0r. Preview over. West Coast by plenty.
Stevenson celebrating with West Coast fans in simpler times.
A picture of Lewis Stevenson from his Port Adelaide Days
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