Ben Pobjie is a writer and comedian whose promising rugby career was tragically cut short the day he stopped playing rugby and had a pizza instead. The most he has ever cried was the day Balmain lost the 1989 grand final. Today he enjoys the frolics of Wallabies, Swans, baggy greens, and Storm.
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I’ve always been glad that in my footballing inclinations, I follow neither Collingwood nor Manly. Not proud that I don’t follow them, you understand: I’m too aware that my support for any given team in any given sport is a combination of quirks of timing, geography and childhood whim.
Apparently Andrew Fifita has been visiting a friend of his. Apparently that friend is in prison.
It often happens that during the Rugby Championship, or as it is known in my household, The Killing Season, I am moved to jot down a few words on the methods and techniques that I believe the Wallabies would be well-advised to adopt, should they wish to defeat the All Blacks.
This is the most depressing article about the Olympics that I have ever read.
Olympic sport is, we can agree, pretty great. But it’s not as great as it could be: there is room for improvement, and all it takes is a bit of imagination and hard work.
The village is in a terrible state. The host city is woefully unprepared. The IOC is soft on Russian doping and the Russians are fairly relaxed about that.