I’m going to play on for the Dockers in 2016.
Ross called Son Son, Clancee and me into his office last week.
Micky Barlow’s been strutting around a bit since his win at the Brownlow – in that kind of waddley limpy way of his.
I didn’t realise it at the time but that Port Adelaide game was good preparation for the finals even though most of the elite players like me, Pav, Barra, Sandi, Hilly, Johnno and Fyfey stayed home. Ballas and Son Son were a bit injured so it was good for them to rest too.
Sorry I’ve been a bit quiet lately. I needed a break and I enjoyed it. Me and a few of the boys went down south and didn’t do much. We went to the gym in Dunsborough, looked at the surf, did Pilates, went to Caves House and drank water and I got a lot of sleep as usual.
Ross called me into his office at the start of the year.
“Frankie,” he said, “I’m putting you in charge of the ducklings.”
I tilted my head to one side and looked him in the eye. Continue reading