rapprochement will never happen

Bandwagoners,

It wasn't exactly the "violent murderous revenge" that had been tipped, nay promised, in some quarters.
In fact, when you are as well placed as the Swans are, there's no need to excert yourself; all you have to do is enough to win.
The scoreboard doesn't differentiate between one point and 100 point winners.
Pleasing to see K.Jack win the B.Kirk Medal for Best on Ground.
He also got some sort of Cup with white ribbons on it, which you can only presume is the perpetual trophy for the absurdly named "Battle of The Bridge"?
Picked up all the silverware he could lay his hands on, and if you're the skipper, wouldn't you?
JP Kennedy had a fine game for mine; he's developing into one of those players who largely goes sight unseen, but just digs in week in week out and goes strong right to the finish, with little or no fanfare about it.
He could walk down the middle of George Street, and no one would have any idea who he was.
Kiddies wouldn't exactly be rushing up to him asking for autographs.
Swans players can freely go about their day to day business in Sydney without being harrassed by the general public, except for the Buddy & Tipsy Show of course, which is hard to ignore on and off the field.
Seven goals between them will do, this week.
Without doubt the match up of the day was in the ruck...really enjoyed The Mad Canadian v Bad Mummy.
Obviously a few scores to settle there, with Pyke having literally forced Mumford out of the side, telling him to Go West.
Don't think they like each other very much.
It shows.
Both blokes would probably say that they won, but an impassionate judge would most likely call it a draw.
Good to watch, though.
So, that's ten on the trot, for the first time in living memory...you'd have to be into your 90's to clearly remember going to those games as a young lad the last time it happened
With only four more home games remaining, all against easily beatable sides, the Minor Premiership is there [caveat: that's if it doesn't all go to shit and the world turns upside down in the interim] for the taking if they want, which SC Horse may not.
In the Premiership Year of 2012, seem to recall there was a fair bit of jigging about and hanky panky in the pointy end of the season, not to mention outright match rigging; just make sure you do just enough to lose.
Depending on how the cards fall, it could well be more advantageous to try to finish second on the laddder - nothing wrong with resting key players in the denoument, and not sure that the authorities have ever successfully booked anyone for tanking or sandbagging.
Longmire is a clever man - he's not one for throwing the dice - his huge football brain would be down in the Football Office as we speak, fixing the beads on the abacus with a his beady eye as they whirr about back and forth.
The gin-soaked plans from yesteryear would be kept firmly under lock and key in the Back Office, available to the inner circle only for consultation with white gloves on, while the Super Coach would be working on crafty schemes of his own.
You know it makes sense.

SYDNEY: 4.4, 8.9, 12.11, 15.16 (106). Goals: Franklin 5, Tippett 2, Kennedy 2, Jack, McGlynn, Jones, Reid, Jetta, Bird.
GREATER WESTERN SYDNEY: 1.4, 1.7, 4.10, 8.12 (60). Goals: Bugg 2, Cameron 2, Whitfield, Ward, Smith, Hoskin-Elliott.
At Sydney Cricket Ground.
Crowd: 27,778.

The short wave radio set in Dad's Shed struggled to pick up the signal from Campbelltown Sports Ground due to the dire weather.
The hardy folk who exposed themselves to the bitter wind chill coming off the Cumberland Plains would've grudgingly sympathised with the handful of opposition die-hards who had made the supreme effort to travel from the national capital to also turn up.
Maybe the Raiders supporters were trying to get away to more balmy weather?
As the radio commentor said "if you think it's cold out here at Campbelltown with a westerly gale in, I've just checked the Bureau website and the apparent temperature in Canberra right now is -7.8 degrees".
Lucky they weren't playing in the ACT...hypothermia territory right there.
The Mighty Tiges were very gritty under difficult and trying conditions, especially after losing a marquee player inside a minute who probably didn't warm himself up properly in the cold.
Who knows?
Tedesco finds himself gorn for all money with busted a knee cap within the first 15 seconds of the game and will need a season-ending scalpel to the scapula.
Deary me.
The bloke is the Tipsy of the NRL for mine - very flaky - his list of career injuries are as long as a broken arm.
And just to think, after signing a lucrative deal with Canberra [of all teams] he reneged on the contracutal arrangements on second thoughts to stay with Balmain on the grounds of something to do with "loyalty" while dropping half a mill in the process, when the Tigers Football Dept more than likely would have been glad to see the back of the enormously talented, yet prone to crippledom kiddie and free up some salary cap into the future??
Don't know who wins there.
Solid slog for the pack won them the game, but the Anasta field goal inside the last nine minutes appeared to be the clincher with the game having decended into defensive trench warfare.
Ah ha! Don't speak too soon.
Balmain were very nearly robbed blind by the Bamfords with a dubious - at best - penalty for holding an attacking player without the ball with about three minutes remaining.
My Spy at the Ground reckoned the home crowd was rather upset by it all, they were dead-set furious until Croker of Canberra contrived to turn the mood of the crowd into pure joy, by missing the penalty goal by a whisker as it faded away on the howling breeze, knowing that that would have put the Raiders in front by a point, and surely the winners.
A classic case of snatching defeat from the jaws of a god-given victory
There was no shortage of niggle the game, and a few all in-stinks, which is always good to see.
There's no doubt these two teams hate each other, always have, always will...rapprochement will never happen...not while some people have long memories, me included, given that this year being the 25th anniversary of the excruciating pain of the ill-fated 1989 Grand Final.
Enough said.
Somehow, no idea how, the Tigers now find themselves in sixth place on a log-jammed ladder with a game in hand, but are still firmly anchored in the bottom half of the top eight, going nowhere, as they have been for most of the season.
The pessimist would say, on recent showings, they'll be eaten like kippers for breakfast come September, but as every knows, finals time is a different kettle of fish altogether.
Coach Potter must be saying to The Board "what more can I do?"

WESTS TIGERS 19. Tries: Nofoaluma (2), Richards. Goals: Richards (3), Field Goals: Anasta (1).
CANBERRA RAIDERS 18. Tries: Lee (2), Croker. Goals: Croker (3).
At Campbelltown Sports Ground.
Crowd: 9,243.