That number 47 is some sort of magic number this week, as it’s the score held by the leader of my tipping comp, and by a good friend with whom I’m currently competing. He was insufferable last week because he tipped 8. This week he managed 7 (he chose the Pies, I didn’t). Both of us tend to tip against the punters, even though the aggregate is roughly the same.

And next weekend I will be at the SCG, sitting in the grandstand, hoping against hope that the Bombers can win three games in a row and down those dastardly Swans at home. It’s been at least five years since the Bombers have played that ground, but it’s a more natural field for us than the open spaces of Homebush Bay. Fingers crossed!