Also, I know it’s crazy and radical and I’ll profess, without reservation that I am not and have never been a ‘medical professional’ be it nurse, doctor or anethesyst. I have some experience consuming pharmaceutical products as prescribed by such professionals, under strict supervision you understand, regardless of Brian Eno’s musical influence. I have also at time submitted to the scalpel and surgical angle grinder when required but I must stress, this does not and has not imparted any surgical qualification by osmosis, diffusion or psychic spillage. At this point I should also mention that I have observed a friend and colleague who is a qualified vet sewing up my dog’s ass on the kitchen table. At times he was also inclined to remove large fishing hooks from my hand due to my over exuberant Barra handling. Again this does not qualify me in any way to make medical related judgements or prognosis’s.
Nor would I label a medical professional or derivative professional ie ‘sports scientist’ with such derogatory terms such as ‘the butcher of punt road’ or ‘hamstring Harry’ etc. as I have and never will be a scientist or sports scientist and lack any such qualification and the implied professional ability to speculate on recovery times and conditioning as applied to elite sports people.
In short, I do not, would not stand up in a plane when the call goes out for a doctor. In fact I’m am likely to place both hands firmly under my untorn hamstrings and discretely allow said professionals to perform their solemn duty on said stroke or varicose vein victims without bearing the burden of my weighty gaze.
So why not give him 2 quarters in the VFL to get some game time before chucking him in for a full game at breakneck pace. Old school I know know but *smile* me dead.
Nor would I label a medical professional or derivative professional ie ‘sports scientist’ with such derogatory terms such as ‘the butcher of punt road’ or ‘hamstring Harry’ etc. as I have and never will be a scientist or sports scientist and lack any such qualification and the implied professional ability to speculate on recovery times and conditioning as applied to elite sports people.
In short, I do not, would not stand up in a plane when the call goes out for a doctor. In fact I’m am likely to place both hands firmly under my untorn hamstrings and discretely allow said professionals to perform their solemn duty on said stroke or varicose vein victims without bearing the burden of my weighty gaze.
So why not give him 2 quarters in the VFL to get some game time before chucking him in for a full game at breakneck pace. Old school I know know but *smile* me dead.
