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As the Northern parts of the East Coast go about their offseason glumly waiting for the cricket to start, the southerners and westerners are foaming at the mouth.
The cause for the bubbly salivation comes from the phenomena known as the AFL Trade Period, where the 18 Victorian Leg Tennis teams frantically try and strengthen or flat out rebuild their teams.
A number of high profile players and list cloggers have already changed their work addresses since the final hooter went on the Lions back to back premiership, with journos and punters alike providing 24 hour coverage.
Now, with the deadline day upon us, the chat around who’s going where for what pick has gone into overdrive.
And with that, the pack of sports journos trying to emulate the great Woj and Shamms has gone into overdrive – as the AFL media try to squeeze as much juice as possible out of this shit before the dulcet tones of Kerry O’Keefe chortling enter our ear holes.
“Yeah, it’s been a lot,” said a local ethic Queenslander leaving down south in Australia’s most European city.
“Crazily, I don’t really give a fuck how many picks, conditional or not conditional Essendon should give up for Charlie Curnow or whoever everyone keeps banging on about.”
“But hey, you got take it as it comes.”
“Cricket does still feel a long way away.”
“Just get Punter and Skull back in front of me please.”
More to come.