If they're waiting for any "appreciation" from me, on last night's effort they can hold their breath til they turn blue and asphyxiate. Words haven't been invented that can describe how much I DESPISE the lot of them, and their brain-dead boss Geischen (surely, a bitter, sacked ex-Richmond employee with a lifelong axe to grind. What other explanation can there be for the continual reaming we receive from these maggots, week in week out?) Last night's game was nothing more than an exercise in assuring a fairy tale result for Stevie.J and Corey. From the 20 minute mark of the 2nd qtr, until the point in the 3rd when (combined with losing our rucks) they just crushed every bit of resistance out of us with their continually one-way interpretations. I hope they all rot in hell.