When I said that all "brawlers" were welcome at practice last night, I was speaking in the vernacular. Apparently some of you took me literally. Either that or you got bit in the arse by a radioactive spider.

Eighty-six years ago today Manfred von Richthofen joined the big dog-fight in the sky. The Red Baron had 80 kills to his name, making him the most prolific arial ace on either side of the Western Front. But even the baddest m.f.'s get their day, and the Baron was no exception. Shot down by an Australian gunner behind enemy lines, he ploughed a nearby field with his trademark Fokker triplane. His body was recovered by the British and buried with full military honors, but he was dead nonetheless, at the tender age of 25. Aint that Karma a bitch?

For those of you looking to gain some insight from last night, I present the following. For the rest of you, might I suggest this. Thusday at Fox Street, 6pm. Let's play nice, K?