Gee... did I forget to mention the Swans' game on Sunday? I wonder how that could have slipped my mind. Maybe it was the small fact of the second humiliating defeat in a row? Maybe it was the fact that our guys stood around looking at their feet for three and a half quarters, glancing around occassionally to see why the other guys were running up and down the field in a ferocious manner. It was sad and in no way reminiscent of the team who won the Cup only a few short months ago. My only source of comfort is that it is early in the season and if we're going to have a loosing streak now is the time to do it.

On a brighter note we did get to see the infamous Warwick Capper. Yes, the Warwick Capper of the teeny, tiny shorts and the flicked blonde hair. He played for the Swans way before my time but he is a legend. He paraded past us on Sunday still very much the Wazza we all know and love... all blow dried blonde locks and big grin. You have to love a man who refers to his bed as "the work bench".

It was also Marianna's first Swans' game and she coped quite well. Of course she had now idea what was going on but she did enjoy the endless supply of rice crackers I kept up for her, not to mention the hot chips and flirting with the two year old boy sitting behind us.

Well, here's hoping for a better result against Carlton this Saturday night! Cheer cheer the red and the white...