Archive for November, 2010
2008 – Round 1
Non-Issue of the Week…the Riley Brown tackle. Riley Brown has been lambasted from many quarters for being the third man into a tackle that dislocated Craig Wing’s shoulder. There seems little doubt that the Roosters duo were holding him up to get smacked but to suggest it was a deliberate ploy to injure wing is […]
Biography
Nick Tedeschi is a freelance sports writer, renowned for his biting commentary, sharp language and literary sensibilities. He is an avid rugby league follower who has a severe dislike of self-important referee’s bosses, New South Wales selectors, cheap thugs, Parramatta cats and the Nine network. Never once has Nick been accused of retreating into his […]
Let’s Play Some Cards
WORM: You know what cheers me up when I'm feeling shitty? MIKE: What? WORM: Rolled up aces over kings. MIKE: Is that right? WORM: Yeah. Check-raising stupid tourists and taking huge pots off of them. MIKE: Yeah? WORM: Stacks and towers of checks I can't even see over. Playing all-night high-limit Hold'em at the Taj, […]
Gut Instinct and Gambling Immortality
“It was at this point that serious conflict set in, because I realised- given the nature of what was coming up my spine and the drastic effect I knew it would have, very soon, on my sense of journalistic responsibility- that I would have to do two things immediately: first, deliver the sermon that had […]
Memories, Faded Water Coloured Memories
There’s nothing like a call from your ex-girlfriend in the middle of a windswept Wednesday afternoon while you’re skewing balls at the local driving range to make you a little sentimental and mess your head with thoughts of days gone by. And these thoughts are always positive. You forget the rubbish. You forget about the […]
Comrades, Let the Revolution Begin
“If the proletariat during its contest with the bourgeoisie is compelled, by the force of circumstances, to organize itself as a class; if, by means of a revolution, it makes itself the ruling class, and, as such, sweeps away by force the old conditions … then it will, along with these conditions, have swept away […]
An Australian Christmas
Christmas is The Balls. Every year, sometime around October when the sun starts to sting and giddiness fills the air, I get a call from my old friend The Sponge. “Captain Punt…will you be in town for Christmas Eve?” The Sponge always asks, greetings and small talk not being his most powerful suit. “Sponge, you […]
Work’s Work
I was thinking of Jack Arnold the other day. Kevin’s Dad from The Wonder Years. I’m not sure why the old bear came to mind, but he did. The wind was fuelled with fury and anger when I strode out to my tenth floor balcony to eat my marmalade toast and enjoy the sensuous relief […]
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