What a White-Knuckle Contest!

Well, what a white-knuckle footy contest that was, what a nail-biting finish, and what a not entirely unfortunate outcome - viz. the Eagles having the proverbial wood over the Swans by a mere point - for those like myself with finely balanced loyalties in the game of rugby! Of course, I share this fence-straddling posture with the Grand Humpty of antipodean politics, our Dear Leader Kim, who is an autochthon of the occident (i.e. a WAster) but at the same time a resident of convenience in our nation's mighty metropolis, Sydney Town. KB with his customary eloquence has oracularly declared that his prime and principal loyalties lie with the Fremantle Dockers (not to be confused with the Fremantle Doctor, which like Kim himself is a refreshing wind from the west) but he would be duty bound as a Westralian to aver his football fealty - albeit with knitted brow, clenched fists, gritted teeth, and involuntarily tightened sphincters - to the victorious West Coast Eagles. As in politics, so in sport, positioning oneself on the winning side is never less than torturous.