Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present to you the death match that is Hawthorn Hawks versus West Coast Eagles. From the looks of it, one team is entering the arena with armor brighter than the midday sun while the other appears to be donning feathers originally intended for a pillow fight. The amount of excitement I have for this match is about the same as a manatee undergoing acupuncture. There's not a whole lot to cheer for, unless you're a Hawks fan, of course.
The Eagles, poor things, haven't been able to score a win so far this season. That gives them a record that resembles my attempts at a healthy lifestyle - a big fat zero! On the other hand, the Hawks seem to be doing alright with a respectable 4-2 record. You know, just better than average. Nothing too flashy.
The past matchups? Like comparing Picasso to a preschooler's finger painting. The Eagles haven't gotten anywhere close to the mighty Hawks in their past skirmishes - one could argue they've been given flying lessons by the Hawks, but I suppose it's somewhat difficult without any wind beneath your wings.
Our dear Eagles' recent performances are, to put it mildly, like my Uncle Jim at the ballet – out of place and looking confused. It's been a series of close shaves and outright massacres. The Hawks, as usual, have soared quite gracefully, recently experiencing a couple of minor turbulence, but what's a flight without a bit of excitement, eh?
Even gazing at the position in the standings can bring an eagle down. Sitting at rock bottom at lucky number 18, Eagles are quite literally in the pits. The Hawks, on the other hand, with a strong foothold at number 7, have their eyes firmly set high above.
Now, I'm no psychic, but the writing here is as clear as a sky without clouds. It's like asking you to bet whether the sun will rise tomorrow. So here's my prediction:
Albert’s Prediction: Hawthorn Hawks by 55