Who is Who on the Blitz

Im the Hamburgler 

And the possibility of endlessness.

Would love a photos thread. I know what a few of you look like, through fb, Strava and general internet stalking and standing in front of your houses for hours in end, but it’s always interesting putting actual faces to nom de plumes.

Would love a photos thread. I know what a few of you look like, through fb, Strava and general internet stalking and standing in front of your houses for hours in end, but it's always interesting putting actual faces to nom de plumes.

 

This is my photo:

 

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I am the one who knocks.

I am the Lizard King

I am the walrus.

I once danced with a woman who danced with a woman who danced with the Prince of Wales.

I am Number Four

 

I used to play for the Eagles. And the Bears.
There is a story about an opposition recruiter who had an account on here, but I'm not sure if it's supposed to be spoken of.
Basically, the short answer is yes, but you won't get those answers publicly.

 

Yep. Paul, well I am assuming  your professed playing history is a tease,  so I am not going to try and work it out. 

It's a very clever, hugely cryptic reference hidden deep, deep in his username.

I used to play for the Eagles. And the Bears.
There is a story about an opposition recruiter who had an account on here, but I'm not sure if it's supposed to be spoken of.
Basically, the short answer is yes, but you won't get those answers publicly.

Over my time there's been an ex-Bombers assistant on here occasionally. A player parent once upon a time. A guy who works in the lower levels of recruiting used to post a fair bit but doesn't any more.

 

I'm a bit suspicious about howlettbro, I think that might be Tayte Pears' sister.

I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

I am hungry.

I am what I am

I am iron man

You are the bread and the knife,

the crystal goblet and the wine.

You are the dew on the morning grass

and the burning wheel of the sun.

You are the white apron of the baker,

and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,

the plums on the counter,

or the house of cards.

And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.

There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,

maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,

but you are not even close

to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

 

And a quick look in the mirror will show

that you are neither the boots in the corner

nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

 

It might interest you to know,

speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,

that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

 

I also happen to be the shooting star,

the evening paper blowing down an alley

and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

 

I am also the moon in the trees

and the blind woman's tea cup.

But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.

You are still the bread and the knife.

You will always be the bread and the knife,

not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.

I am not a crook

I AM NOT AN ANIMAL

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I am alert but not alarmed.