I got a chuckle out of this article:
Lock up your daughters; Tigers' lid is coming off
Lou Sweeney
Written on Tuesday, 16 April 2013 09:06
Lids are great. Invented by NASA in 1875 to keep astronauts from falling out of spaceships, they came to be associated with all manner of things from Jimmy Barnes' tinny offspring to Tupperware.
In the modern day, though, they're probably best known for their association with Richmond supporters.
Welcome to the week after round 3. It matters not that Essendon has overcome overwhelming odds and a surfeit of gibbon bladder to head the table at 3-zip, or that Port Adelaide has overcome being from Port Adelaide and won their opening trio as well.
The football world couldn't give a fat rat's clacker that perennial show offs Sydney and Geelong have kept a clean sheet also. The news is all Richmond, and lids.
The covering that keeps us safe from Struggletown's psychos is starting to curl and lip away from its base. There can be no more frightening thought than that.
You only have to think back to the years 1981-2012 inclusive, to see that the spectre of Richmond winning one in a row, let alone three, sends Tiger fans off on the hunt for their own kind of white rhino, otherwise known as finals tickets.
I have seen this first hand. My husband has put in for leave from his work for the entire month of September. Considering that he is a Richmond supporter, and thus unemployed, it will make little difference but you can see what I'm getting at. It is incumbent upon the rest of the competition's supporters to band together and hold that lid down, for the Richmond lid, if lifted, proffers fates worse than even Pandora's four-sided receptacle of badness.
It's hard to say this, but 'Come on Collingwood' (short pause while I go and wash my mouth out) - the Magpies might be our only hope to stem the tide at this early juncture of lid lift-off.
Can you imagine if the Tiges beat the Pies? That would make it four in a row. Break out the bunting and give them the flag now, crown Dustin 'Ricky' Martin King of Moomba, give Lord Mayor Trent (I am allowed to hold the ball seven times longer than the average player and not get pinged because I'm great) Cotchin an extended term, all hail Jack and long live Richo.
Breathe. It hasn't happened yet. Breathe. And yet. And yet. There is a feeling at the pit of my upset Bomber stomach, next to the badly digested peptide and a squirrel liver, that the Tigers might be ..... THE REAL DEAL!!
What is to become of us all if the boys - from the oval by the carpark posing as a road upon which there is a pub where women without tops risk exposure and Carlton Draught nipple to serve beer to the sad-eyed bottle-fed - just keep on winning?
The number 'nine' becomes obsolete. KB's comb over will come back into vogue (like it ever left), people will wander the streets wearing lace up jumpers, Shane Tuck will be President of the Republic of Australia.
In some ways, there's a certain irresistible symmetry to all this. Last weekend one of the fastest goals of all time was scored by that remarkable Richmond midfielder, Brett Deledio. And you know what his nickname is, don't you? LIDS!!!! Man the torpedoes and batten down the hatches. Here come the Tigers. Arrggghhh! I'm out of here. Save yourselves!!!!
http://www.backpagelead.com.au/afl/9145-lock-up-your-daughters-tiger-lid-is-coming-off
