Blood moons eclipse the sun, the dogs howl, and the day of the locusts is upon us. Australian sport meets Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and nothing is ever quite the same again.

For ain’t it a bit like that famous Hunter S. Thompson book right now? Ain’t there madness in the air, mendacity on the tube, drug-crazed nutters wandering free where good men die like dogs and snarling reptiles with bloodshot eyes hide behind every corner?

Australian sport, at least in the public domain, used to be as prim and proper as an Alan McGilvray ABC broadcast of a Test cricket match at the SCG. You bring the Pimm’s, I’ve got the pumpkin scones, and we’ll meet on the mauve picnic rug my Aunty Rod has laid out on the Hill in front of the old scoreboard.

Right now, though, there is madness in the air, meanness on the fields, loucheness lurking in dark corners, and killers on the blood-shot streets.

Independent MP Andrew Wilkie insists that you can’t spit over your shoulder on a Saturday night in Melbourne these days without hitting a drug-crazed coke-fuelled AFL player in the eye!

Out on the field, AFL players are muttering dark homophobic slurs.

It’s been a mad week of sport.Credit: Getty/Fairfax Media/Marija Eregovac

The vicious booing of Latrell Mitchell may, or may not be racist in nature, but whatever its base, its very viciousness shocks.

North of the Tweed, one nutter has been found guilty of sending online abuse to a match official and his wife during last year’s Rugby World Cup. Who DOES that? And since when?

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10.04.2024

Blood moons eclipse the sun, the dogs howl, and the day of the locusts is upon us. Australian sport meets Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and nothing is ever quite the same again.

For ain’t it a bit like that famous Hunter S. Thompson book right now? Ain’t there madness in the air, mendacity on the tube, drug-crazed nutters wandering free where good men die like dogs and snarling reptiles with........

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