Greetings AussieRulesBloggers aand apologies for our recent (but very good) impersonation of the Invisible Man. A new job has meant we've much less time than previously to pursue our literary ambitions.
We're moved to end our self-imposed seclusion to address the matter of Brock McLean's tweet.
It's no secret that a good many AFL players aren't fielding recruiting calls from Mensa. This week's events suggest McLean sits comfortably within that group.
If you give a loaded gun to an infant, there's a reasonable chance the gun will go off eventually. Similarly, give a Twitter-enabled phone to a non-too-bright AFL player and . . . well, you get the drift.
McLean's original tweet, "Today can fuck off" prompts a number of comments.
- Who cares and who does Mclean think cares?
- Does McLean imagine that everyone who follows his tweets is doing so from a position of admiration? Would any AFL player consider that a tenable proposition for even a microsecond? Apart from Brock? Are they oblivious to the invective hurled at them from the cheap seats?
- When will wordsmith McLean release the Great Australian Novel? Or has he now exhausted his vocabulary?
Having opened the gate to the paddock of Spanish fighting bulls and walked in holding a red cape, Brock takes umbrage when one of them charges and decides to go with the behind-the-sheltershed-style rejoinder that the commenter's mother has given him — Brock, that is — AIDS. The thought processes that resulted in this response must be studied. They are a window to the minds of the Neanderthals! It's a miracle that he can run and control the ball at the same time. No, wait . . .
With all of the training and guidance this particular group of individuals receives about dealing with their goldfish bowl existence, it beggars belief that any of them can be stupid enough to imagine that this is an appropriate way to deal with what is, after all, simply a sledge.
Even more remarkably, this guy was in Melbourne's leadership group not so long ago.
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