Well its the school holidays (again) and the usual stuff finds itself at the bottom of the school bag as the contents are emptied over the floor together with bacteria riddled forgotten snacks.
But this piece of paper caught my eye - and I apologise in advance for the self indulgence, but it was written by my son Agro Junior, and I noticed an A+ at the bottom of the page.
- moderators may choose to place it elsewhere but for a little while it might stay here. 
MY SPECIAL PLACE
My special place is Optus Oval. Just the words remind me of not being able to concentrate at school on Friday afternoon to excited about Saturday, waking up early on Saturday morning playing the match over in my head, thinking about Matty Lappin flying out of the ground or Brendan Fevola booting 8 goals. The smell of freshly mowed grass, the feel of my membership card lanyard bumping against my chest. The walk from the car to the ground, the scenery of the beautiful trees and green grass. Then you turn a corner and you see it, the beautiful old-fashioned high brick walls, the word ‘OPTUS OVAL’ shining in the sunlight, little kids clutching there dads hands as they walk through the turnstiles, 100 footies being kicked all at once, people yelling “Carn The Bluesâ€
