It's prelim finals time in Dream Team and Supercoach. That means that half the teams remain (four in the major finals, four in the minors) and that those fantasy fanatics are frantically working the waiver wire to organise the perfect trade to get them over the hump and into that one day in the first week of September.
It's a precarious course. Lost are the Carlton stars to the bye; those with Judd, Murphy and Gibbs would be most concerned indeed. They would be further troubled by the ever reliable Pav finally being any less than reliable, even if it is no fault of his own. As for Col Sylvia? You've further muddied the waters mate, tuck it all in, no elbows! What's that? You did? Oh.
Quite the dilemna for a great few and yet, I can't help but think there's an opportunity for me to prosper from this. Step aside Greg, there's a new Coodabeen in town and I plan on being the champion.
Disclaimer: I sing pretty average. And I'm not suggesting you should trade Jack Riewoldt for Mzungu; that horse has bolted. But hopefully you'll enjoy this little song about the dramas that face a "supercoach" every week as much as I enjoyed making it. I give you Radiohead's "Dream Team Spirit". May your ears not bleed too badly. :)
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