Something fun to finish the working week – me, Dad and Mojo in a pitch battle kick-to-kick session on the farm where we’re staying, east of Melbourne. The idea is to keep the ball off Mojo. If he gets it, you haven’t got long before he chomps it flat – note the panic when ball meets ground.

This brand of football (or ‘footy’ as we call it in Australia) is known as AFL, Australian Football League. Americans know it as Aussie Rules. Dad used to play it at the state level, a rover for over 30 years. He’s now the coach of a country football team about 5 hours north of Sydney. They tell me he makes the local news up there as an AFL development coach for the region.

Alas, as the video shows, I administer a royal thrashing upon Dad in scintillating style. Barely able to glimpse me as I whip by in the wind at the blink of an eye, Kev darts aimlessly back & forth, bewildered as the ball pierces the sky…

He told me yesterday to get some practice in before he teaches me another lesson next time.

Ha.

Checkya tomorrow.

Fires out.